["I've got a lot of freedom" does make her smile. Ringo sees the possibility in that, not the emptiness... Furina wonders if things might have been different if she knew her before. But then Ringo would have also known her before, and this would be different. They wouldn't have met in a position where they could both enjoy newfound freedom.
Maybe Ringo would understand that, too.
After all, freedom doesn't mean having to accept being alone.]
How does it feel, now, knowing you've done everything that you were asked to do? Was it hard?
[She's not sure if she means the tasks themselves or adapting to the freedom afterward. Her fingers clench a little, like she's holding the question of the future between them.]
[Ah. It's funny. Nobody's asked her that question, despite Ringo thinking it's an obvious one. How does it feel? Was it hard?
Yes, it was hard.
It feels--]
... For a little while, I was adjusting to the idea.
[Ringo's fingers remain light in Furina's and against her body, but there's a tension to her body beneath Furina's fingers.]
My directive was done. My companions left to pursue their own goals. I had to figure out who Ringo was. The Ringo who wasn't saving the world.
[Maybe the words come easier because Furina looks... like she understands. Because Furina asked the right questions.]
You know, I think I'm still learning that, too. But I'm also excited. Does that make sense? Even if it's a big mystery to me, I'm excited to see where I end up with it.
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Maybe Ringo would understand that, too.
After all, freedom doesn't mean having to accept being alone.]
How does it feel, now, knowing you've done everything that you were asked to do? Was it hard?
[She's not sure if she means the tasks themselves or adapting to the freedom afterward. Her fingers clench a little, like she's holding the question of the future between them.]
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Yes, it was hard.
It feels--]
... For a little while, I was adjusting to the idea.
[Ringo's fingers remain light in Furina's and against her body, but there's a tension to her body beneath Furina's fingers.]
My directive was done. My companions left to pursue their own goals. I had to figure out who Ringo was. The Ringo who wasn't saving the world.
[Maybe the words come easier because Furina looks... like she understands. Because Furina asked the right questions.]
You know, I think I'm still learning that, too. But I'm also excited. Does that make sense? Even if it's a big mystery to me, I'm excited to see where I end up with it.