Jaw? Frisk angles their eyes to where she is, in case she's preparing to open hers again--they take a few hopping steps to the side from that upset wall and slow down. "It's...not. Living's okay." A memory of golden flowers grows in the back of their head. "...maybe not forever. But there's lots of living to do here, and maybe it's not forever, it's just...more living than we might've got back home."

They aren't sure what the Castle wants or why it does what it does, and in all honesty, they don't care a lot anymore--they get angry sometimes, but it's as useful and generally satisfying as yelling at a thunderstorm.

The gardens aren't too far.

"You...can't? Nobody can get away or die, I said." And despite knowing of their own increased apathy, they add "The castle can't stop feelings, either. Not for long." Sometimes it directly changes feelings and thoughts for a while, but that's not forever. Frisk's own feelings are sort of side-effects.