[ She lets that idea settle for a moment, turning it over in her head. While it's very true that she was mostly asking for the sake of conversation, she also does pick up the fact that this is a meaningful, important answer. It must be hard, she considers, to have been in that first group. No one to lead or guide you, stumbling through all of this by accident. She too remembers existing only within the boundaries of the Horizon, though she had been very quickly clued in to the idea that there were things she couldn't remember -- she'd been brought by someone who could walk her through it.

But she remembers the sudden sense of loss, once she was told that she didn't remember. A gnawing desire for memories she hadn't even known existed until the words were spoken. She can't imagine being in a huge group of people that all knew nothing outside of the dreamscape, to have to remember that whatever idyllic, pain-free paradise you'd designed for yourself was fake and all the suffering was real.

Gently, Julie reaches out and touches his hand around the cup. ]

It was still your life, y'know. It was... this place gives us the things we deserve, from what I can tell. The real world is shitty and just wants to hurt everyone in it, but most of us didn't do anything to earn that. Whatever you had here, it was real enough. Everything you felt about it was still real.

[ There's another brief pause, and she sighs. ] Y'know when you asked me before what I was doin' when they brought me here? Well, when I said nothin', I meant it literally. I was dead. This place is all I have now. So it's real. You're still gonna be real to me out there, Geralt. Why does any of the rest of it have to be different?