"Frisk!" Barnaby cries out, fearful eyes turned to Adam, who thankfully lets Frisk have their outburst for now. The worst cut is probably one on his lower arm, straight down the middle of the inside of his arm. It spasms and bleeds when Barnaby tries to shout.

Adam, meanwhile, doesn't flinch at Frisk's voice.

"I don't really expect you to understand."

"Frisk, he's upset because... I forgot about him, okay?" Barnaby mutters. Adam sneers.

"Such a simple understanding of things. How foolish."