Frisk sort of twitches. A son. He left behind family. Or--the castle stole him from his.
His son might show up, or he might not. They weigh whether or not they should say so, and maybe they're guiltily relieved they don't need to decide before he keeps talking.
'Servants'. Frisk understands the implication regardless. And with stuff like wolves and dragons, no doubt plenty of those Taguel were used to fight, too. More weapons. Dolls. Things.
Anger they had left drains out. "Yeah. Good. Thanks. And...sorry." They exhale and straighten up when it catches a little. No more crying. And to clarify: "You don't scare me. I was angry at something else first."
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His son might show up, or he might not. They weigh whether or not they should say so, and maybe they're guiltily relieved they don't need to decide before he keeps talking.
'Servants'. Frisk understands the implication regardless. And with stuff like wolves and dragons, no doubt plenty of those Taguel were used to fight, too. More weapons. Dolls. Things.
Anger they had left drains out. "Yeah. Good. Thanks. And...sorry." They exhale and straighten up when it catches a little. No more crying. And to clarify: "You don't scare me. I was angry at something else first."