[Even through his drunken haze, it suddenly becomes apparent to Geralt that Julian thinks very little of himself. He isn’t quite sure where to go from there, from that realisation; he’s never been good at words of commiseration, often resorting to touch and empty platitudes to try to sooth another’s troubles.
He’s quiet for a long moment, thinking. Eventually he settles upon a question.]
Are you untrustworthy and prone to messes, Julian?
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Sounds like you’re projecting.
[Even through his drunken haze, it suddenly becomes apparent to Geralt that Julian thinks very little of himself. He isn’t quite sure where to go from there, from that realisation; he’s never been good at words of commiseration, often resorting to touch and empty platitudes to try to sooth another’s troubles.
He’s quiet for a long moment, thinking. Eventually he settles upon a question.]
Are you untrustworthy and prone to messes, Julian?