He would say something about that, about how bad it was, but Frisk's story is more important to him right now. His heart stings with sympathy and honestly something like anger, knowing that Frisk's mother was never there.
There's another feeling in there too... something else Barnaby can't really place. Familiarity? He frowns softly.
"I'm sorry. You deserved a mother who could probably take care of you. Not one who left you alone that long. My parents were busy too, but... they made time for me."
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Date: 2016-09-20 10:25 pm (UTC)There's another feeling in there too... something else Barnaby can't really place. Familiarity? He frowns softly.
"I'm sorry. You deserved a mother who could probably take care of you. Not one who left you alone that long. My parents were busy too, but... they made time for me."
At least, he thinks they did.