Yennefer tries desperately to play it back, organize it all so it makes more sense and not a disorganized jumbled mess of things that happened. It was easier said than done, with questions and random thoughts and images jumping out and presenting themselves as if they belonged to the sorceress herself.

And yet, while each of her group speaks about the people that pulled them in, Yennefer can't help but speak what she somehow knows but doesn't understand why.

"They can't," she looks at each of them, her tone oddly detached. "That's why they pulled us in."