[ Something about the way she starts off gives Homura a vivid pang of anxiety, but the moment passes in a blink of her starry eyes.
Homura relaxes her fists. Madoka is so painfully sweet. She always is. It hurts somehow to be told that. Probably because even if she wants to, Homura doesn't believe it'll ever be really true. Madoka has no idea what she did to her and the world, no one does. And the feeling of isolation that brings is so acidic.
Homura pointedly focuses on replying to the part that is easiest. It might be obvious Madoka surprised her. ]
They're here too? ... and I assume they're magi as well.
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Homura relaxes her fists. Madoka is so painfully sweet. She always is. It hurts somehow to be told that. Probably because even if she wants to, Homura doesn't believe it'll ever be really true. Madoka has no idea what she did to her and the world, no one does. And the feeling of isolation that brings is so acidic.
Homura pointedly focuses on replying to the part that is easiest. It might be obvious Madoka surprised her. ]
They're here too? ... and I assume they're magi as well.