Frisk hasn't...spoken with Barnaby, or--even really seen Barnaby closeup for the longest time. It's not like they were trying to avoid him, but...they admit to themselves that they haven't gone looking for him, either.

It's not like they wanted to hurt him; they wanted to help stop him from being used and being hurt, that was all, and he probably knew that. But they hurt him anyway, bad, during a time where they could hurt anyone (they think) too easily and he deserved to be treated more gently than the wood he'd been made of at the time, and the guilt's stayed settled in their guts for a long time now.

When they chase down the violin music, they're hoping to see...well, they aren't expecting to see Barnaby there, and they want to turn around and leave, but their Jackal-made other self is in the doorway beside them. Their eye is filled with sympathy, they can tell, since they're them, with most of their memories and feelings--but the eye is still an eye, and even if they'd understand the action, being seen turning and running from a friend would make them feel like...an even worse friend than they've been already.



When he finishes with his most recent song, they both step into the room and clap for his performance. "That was really good," Frisk says softly.