[ Geralt had not thought it possible, either, until it happened. He shakes his head. He isn't sure why he chose to address it now. Perhaps he's been thinking about it. Death. Two of the people closest to him. He had spoken to Nero about it. When he realized (believed) Dean was dead, he'd found Nero and said that Dean was gone. He wonders if he should tell Dean now of the same. They didn't know each other well, but that isn't what it's about. ]

A dark force corrupted him. He carried a mark into Abraxas from his world. When he died, it both saved and consumed him. He hurt Ciri. [ A simplified version of the shit that transpired over those months. ] We burnt it out of him, but... [ He hesitates. ] For a time, I felt as though I'd allowed each of them to be in harm's way. That I should've done more.

[ He leaves the tale there, unsatisfying as it may be. Geralt rises to his feet with Steve. They walk. Nero's domain isn't far; as they draw near, he can see the looming spires of a foreboding tower and a starkly out of place vehicle parked beneath it. The red phone booth. Is that massive cat still there? Or has it been the first to vanish, unsustainable in the face of its creator's absence?

He stops at the entrance. It's quiet. No sounds of skittering claws or shrieking beasts.

Unlike how it'd been with Rinwell, Geralt is not compelled to take a memento. Nero gave him his brother's sword. That serves as memory enough. Perhaps Steve might find something he wants, though, inside that ridiculous van filled with junk and the stench of tobacco. ]

I used to send him monsters to fight. He liked the challenge. Said there wasn't much to kill in Solvunn.