[ Geralt, of course, has no way of knowing that one of Julie's very few personal morals is to never hurt children, to always take care of them. Adults, she's happy to destroy down to the last atom, but animals and children are where she draws the line. She spent weeks haranguing Nadine about the fact that she killed her unborn child when she killed herself. It is, in many ways, the worst thing she can even think of, and she can think of many truly horrifying things.

The idea of this being normal enough to be an industry is deeply distressing to her. And logically, she knows that most people who undergo incredibly traumatic events don't want to relive them, because she sure as hell doesn't want to relive hers, but she is also intoxicated. Extremely intoxicated.

Silent, she sort of slides out of her chair to sit on the ground at his feet, planting her hands on one of his knees. She looks up at him intently, as if she wants to reach into the past and change it, even if it means they never would have met (because he's a hundred and would be super dead). ]

Hey. I'm sorry that happened to you. That's fuckin' bullshit. Just, like... [ Julie is, again, extremely drunk and also not eloquent even at her most sober. ] Like it's bullshit, and the only reason it's even slightly less bullshit is because I got to meet you. I never thought I would meet new people at all, so I'm real glad you were one of 'em.