[ Homura looks back, terror worn openly the longer Madoka talks. There's no way, right? This place wouldn't let her change back. It feels like a cold wind has blown through Homura's body, her blood pooling cold, and then--
-- As quickly as that came over Madoka, it's gone. The expression on her face falls troubled, and her voice strained.
She doesn't like this. ]
... You don't have to tell me. It was important to you, whatever it was.
I just want you to be safe, Madoka. So-- with Sayaka and your mother, if you want-- let's look out for one another.
[ It's such an overwhelming thing to say to someone who has only known her for a month and some change, but she doesn't think about about coming off creepy. ]
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-- As quickly as that came over Madoka, it's gone. The expression on her face falls troubled, and her voice strained.
She doesn't like this. ]
... You don't have to tell me. It was important to you, whatever it was.
I just want you to be safe, Madoka. So-- with Sayaka and your mother, if you want-- let's look out for one another.
[ It's such an overwhelming thing to say to someone who has only known her for a month and some change, but she doesn't think about about coming off creepy. ]