"You didn't know how to extricate yourself, so you stayed and followed orders." She says, as a way of clarifying. There's definite judgment there. Ringer can't help it, or doesn't want to. That's supposed to be what friends are for, the people you tell the things you can't tell anyone else. That's why she called him about her abilities, at least.

She pauses, gathering her thoughts. She wants clarification on his humanity, or lack thereof, but wonders if it makes a difference. Faolan is probably not human. More importantly, it's another thing he failed to mention.

Ringer sighs, grip tightening on the chair for a moment and then lessening again. She regains composure as she looks at him again, speaking with an uncharacteristically emotional tone, an undertone of the pain she's reeling from. "I don't want you to confess your secrets because you feel guilty. If you want to tell me- Anything you want to tell me, I'm here now. It's your choice. And I'll listen, no matter what you say."