[It's quiet for a long moment, but Ringo isn't truly that bothered, letting her own eyes slide shut. She feels... like she's got time. Even if Furina doesn't want to talk about it tonight, there's always tomorrow. If not tomorrow, the next day. If not then, well... she'll figure it out, when the time comes that the show is over.

But right now, they have time.

But Furina speaks, and Ringo's lips curve into a smile at that display of willing trust as she listens.]

You... were playing a role.

[... Like the person Ringo saw when the ghosts thing was happening?]

... So you couldn't be yourself that whole time? ... For most of your life. But--that's... five hundred years, Furina.