That’s proof of something, certainly. That you like to blame yourself for things beyond your control, for example, and hold yourself to impossible standards. There is, as of yet, no substance in your claims.

[Geralt raises himself onto his elbows, casting Julian a surprisingly sober look. He folds a hand over Julian's upper arm, in part to draw his attention, and in part because troubled people do often need to be touched.]

Do you have anything else? Go on. Keep rambling. I’m going to need something better than that if I’m to make a judgement call.