"You would've." She says it so simply, and her expression makes it pretty clear she never even considered otherwise. "You would've 'cause you're smart and practical, and 'cause I'm not the one who goes on adventures. 'Cause you want to keep me safe. And 'cause -- I know how you feel about it, Geralt."

Unlike usual, her speech isn't getting more frenetic; this is something she has thought quite deeply about for a long time. Julie is aware that Geralt views the Singularity with a different suspicion than most other people. That he fears it will one day take her for its own in some way. Swallow her up or ghost her away somehow. She wishes she could definitively say otherwise, but she can't.

It's impossible to hold back the bittersweet little laugh that bubbles out of her throat. She supposes it's a laugh or cry conversation. "And that's all 'cause you're such a good man, and no one's ever cared about me as much as you do in my whole life. You'd've stopped me 'cause you'd be right to."

Somewhere in her thoughts, her stare has fallen to her lap, and she looks up again. "I was never tryin' to leave you. The plan was always to come back to you. I just... I need answers."