Geralt starts to answer that, a dismissive word ready in his mouth. He could say that isn't what he means. That she's getting defensive. That he's not arguing what she remembers, but how memory might work—how it might be impossible to remember death if it came quickly somehow.

Instead, he huffs out a sigh and lets it pass to focus on her question instead.

"I don't know what this place is, and I don't have any reason to think the demons are honest. I just don't have any reason to doubt I'm dead either."