Frisk looked at Toriel. She looked very sad, with tears rolling down her face, and muttering the words "broken". Concerned, he tapped her shoulder.
"Toriel, are you ok?" Frisk asked with confusion. Toriel wiped her tears and sighed.
"No my child...I'm not alright. Today is a very sad day for me. This is the day Asriel was born...the day they told me I was...broken.." she said in a somber tone as Frisk sat on her lap.
"Are you sad because he's gone?" Frisk asked. Toriel shook her head.
"While that is one of the reasons...that's not the only one." she said, sighing. "You see Frisk...before I had Asriel, I had two miscarriages the past years...and a stillborn a few months prior. I honestly felt I could never be a mother. Everyone I knew was having children...and you can say I felt left out..."
Frisk hugged Toriel. He felt sorry for her, and didn't want to see her cry.
"When Asriel was born, he was very sickly and underweight, he could almost die. I was happy he was alright, but then the doctor told me I had become infertile. Which made me feel like I could never be a mother...especially knowing my baby could die...I felt broken...and now that he's gone...I just feel...really...broken..."
Toriel burst into tears and hugged Frisk tightly. Frisk didn't know what to do.
"...Toriel. I know you're sad about this...but look. I'm right here with you. You're not absolutely alone...you're not like me, who spent so many years alone and without a family..." he quietly whispered. "You're the closest thing to a mother that I could ever have."
He wiped her tears and smiled at her. She looked at him tenderly and attempted to smile a bit.
"...I love you Frisk." she said, hugging him more. Frisk nuzzled her and smiled.
"I love you too...mom."