"Icarus was just a kid," Frisk points out gently, though they don't disagree. "That man...the one who spoke in hands? He wasn't. Maybe that's a bad analogy."

It's not as if their Orpheus analogy had been completely applicable to their situation either. But at the time, Frisk hadn't cared, and the thematic consistency was enough to pull them through, they think.

But for now, they think they'll let it rest. (Ha-ha, "rest," the thing neither of them will ever get.) This conversation has been disturbing on too many levels, they think, for them to get into something more.

"...do you want to go poke into some other people's rooms?" says Frisk after a moment, rubbing at their drying cheeks with a shirtsleeve, glancing away.