The flames flickered upwards as if to implore the heavens to intervene on the behalf of those already consumed, the once proudly erected ruins engulfed in the result of deceit and ego. It was disgusting. Pitiful. Probably a mixture of both and a few other adjectives that the Blue Stripes commander couldn't muster at the moment. Thankfully he had heard his companion's question in time to break from him any further reverie, lowering his hood and brushing sweat off of his brow before he answered grimly: 
"I don't know if anything is certain anymore. Which gets under my bloody skin." His short, mussed up hair got even more messy when he ran a hand over his head. 
"But we can worry about that once we get to Vizima. No doubt there'll be even more 'talks' about what to do with Nilfgaard and Radovid." His expression softened slightly as he turned his back from the massive chaos and asked:
"Or am I to go by myself to Vizima?" He drew a touch closer to Eve as he continued:
"It's almost as if your past is calling out to you. You've got most of your memory back and you have no political or monetary reason to return with me...why not go after Cirilla? Why not try to find Yennefer?"