[Junpei squeezes his hands automatically, out of the desperate, clawing urge to make Charles feel even a single iota better about any of this, to reassure him that Junpei at least is here for him— and, a bit deeper down, to stop himself from flipping out. Flipping out won't help anyone, won't undo what's been done to Charles, but the way it kills him to hear Charles say things like that...

Well, it does. He sighs.]

You shouldn't've had to. I mean like, in general, right? But... you were the kid. Not her.

[Delicate, as much as he can be; one cannot simply say "your mom sucks" about this situation, but she still kind of sucked. Objectively, as a person responsible for the safety of a child.]

Do you get that, too? You were a kid. Kids aren't responsible for anybody else.