Geralt wondered what had changed everything for him, but realized soon enough it hadn't been a single incident. Once he'd set off on the path, he'd lost his certainty by a thousand thousand tiny measures, by disgusted glances and screaming children, by aldermen trying to sneak out of paying him. The world was terrible, and it didn't agree with Geralt's sense of good and wrong. The world was terrible, and all there was to do was small, immediate good, for the people around him.

Everything else was politics, which seemed to Geralt to be sinful by its very nature.

"There aren't any clear and good decisions. That's the only thing I know. All you can do is act, and never regret doing something. The only thing a person should ever regret is inaction."