Truly, Madoka could have said the same thing. What was Homura doing on her school roof, acting like this, grabbing onto her as though they weren't on a roof at all, glancing her over as though...
...as though...
"Homura-chan, of course I'm..."
...She wasn't wearing her uniform. No, it was replaced with that...that purple dress she had grown to know so well, skirts fluttering around her as though caught in a passing breeze. And it wasn't just that, either...
Where were her braids? Her glasses? Even with her body in its proper shape, Homura never seemed to lose her glasses. And that ribbon...she'd never seen her wear that before.
There was something different about Homura, which raised more questions than answers.
But...
There was one thing that Madoka did know:
She failed again. Homura was once more a Magical Girl, doomed to suffer that cursed fate that she fought to prevent, again and again.
Truly, such a meeting could only be bittersweet.
Madoka's heart sunk, but her smile stayed intact, growing softer even as the realization hit her.
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Truly, Madoka could have said the same thing. What was Homura doing on her school roof, acting like this, grabbing onto her as though they weren't on a roof at all, glancing her over as though...
...as though...
"Homura-chan, of course I'm..."
...She wasn't wearing her uniform. No, it was replaced with that...that purple dress she had grown to know so well, skirts fluttering around her as though caught in a passing breeze. And it wasn't just that, either...
Where were her braids? Her glasses? Even with her body in its proper shape, Homura never seemed to lose her glasses. And that ribbon...she'd never seen her wear that before.
There was something different about Homura, which raised more questions than answers.
But...
There was one thing that Madoka did know:
She failed again. Homura was once more a Magical Girl, doomed to suffer that cursed fate that she fought to prevent, again and again.
Truly, such a meeting could only be bittersweet.
Madoka's heart sunk, but her smile stayed intact, growing softer even as the realization hit her.
"...of course I'm here. Are you okay?"