[He doesn't miss that he might've gotten a little too close to the truth. Well fuck, who knows? If Geralt's out there killing shit like giant, stinking centipedes made of human arms, a ghost isn't really, like, much farther outta the way.

The swirl of smoke in the driver's seat seems to slow down, almost like it's turning to listen in, too.

Fuck. Nico always is a gossip..]

Yeah. It doesn't cover it at all. [He wonders if bringing up the fact his father has committed mass murder, probably more than once, is worth it. Hey, your dad ever wipe a whole city off the map?]

I get it. I had a family, too. Adopted, I mean. Family's great. Really. Just... they usually end up dyin', too.