[ When Barnaby sits, Justice immediately climbs into his lap and makes herself comfortable, even though by rights she’s a little too big for that privilege now. He barely seems to register the action. A number of different incidents have led to this moment, and it’s something that he never thought he’d have to acknowledge or confront. Thanks to Vriska, he doesn’t have any other choice.
For a long time, Barnaby stares at his hands. Sturmhond might almost begin to think that his friend didn’t hear him, but eventually he manages to speak without any further prompting. When he does his voice is quiet, his tone wavering despite knowing that what he’s going to say, he’s saying with absolute certainty. ]
You were right. About Kotetsu and I.
[ Or should he say that Sturmhond was right about Barnaby himself? ]
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For a long time, Barnaby stares at his hands. Sturmhond might almost begin to think that his friend didn’t hear him, but eventually he manages to speak without any further prompting. When he does his voice is quiet, his tone wavering despite knowing that what he’s going to say, he’s saying with absolute certainty. ]
You were right. About Kotetsu and I.
[ Or should he say that Sturmhond was right about Barnaby himself? ]