Jo can rage all she wants. He's no stranger to accusations, but something about what she says makes him turn around. He frowns. He knows nothing about her death. Only that she died. Even if he did have the power to enter her mind, where would he have drawn the details from?

The tips of his fingers tingle. She isn't lying. He also still doesn't know what she means. What, is it the Horizon again? Showing visions? It wouldn't be the first.

Either way, it certainly was not him. (Was it?) Were it anyone else, he'd have taken a moment. Considered. But this is not near the first nonsense she's slung at him in anger and he has no time to entertain yet another. He's a Witcher, not a mage. What will she blame him for next? Throwing them into wherever the fuck they are? A broken nail?

"I did fuck all to you. I have not done shit to you from the moment we met." He steps forward, closing the distance between them. "Do you think Ciri would be teaching you how to handle your steel if she knew you thought her father a monster? I've stayed my hand because I've learned those like you are not worth my breath nor my blade. But do not mistake my desire to preserve my efforts for better people as leniency."