[Max stares for a moment, unsure of how to respond, if she even fully understands what they're saying. It's been a long day so far, and more and more she just wants to settle somewhere else and sleep it off, or smoke. But what Frisk is saying actually bothers her immensely, especially coming from a child.
Her voice is soft and tired as she addresses them, trying to be soothing. Trying to climb out of the sadness she feels and help them.]
It's not your responsibility, Frisk. Even this- [She leans her head toward the door of her room, slowly.] You didn't have to do that for me...
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Her voice is soft and tired as she addresses them, trying to be soothing. Trying to climb out of the sadness she feels and help them.]
It's not your responsibility, Frisk. Even this- [She leans her head toward the door of her room, slowly.] You didn't have to do that for me...