I don't know how to feel on it. Their struggles... I'm ignorant in that regard. There was no such thing in my world — but I do know the oppression is what bothers you most. Just be careful, morality has a different meaning here.

[ She wants to prod him — to keep insisting that the past can't be rewritten, to know why he seems so ... keen on this entire ordeal. It falls on deaf ears. Ciri had seen war raged her entire life, seen common folks killed for so much as seeing the wrong soldier pass through the village. ...Good people killed for helping her. There's some bitterness to think that even with her powers before being brought here... she can't change that. The past, anyway.

Ciri stops in front of a food vendor, one that was grilling steak skewers. The thought alone was perfect for someone who hadn't eaten all day, but... at his admittance of not being human she pays the vendor and looks to him. ]

...Were you one of them? [ The oppressed, she asks bluntly. Taking two skewers, she offers one piece to him. ] I would sound foolish if I suggested a sorcerer or some such.