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Homura opened her door, the “I’m home,” lost to the silence.
She stumbled in, and trudged to nowhere in particular. She found herself in front of her information, and she watched the pictures filter through.
Homura sat down, her eyes looking listlessly, and something like a line of code going through her brain.
“Walpurgisnacht appears at the end of the month, save Madoka, Mami is the easiest to save first, then the other two…”
It ran over and over, and she wondered about the futility of it all. If it mattered, that this whole month would be left behind in the dust.
Too many months, too much time lost; if it would’ve been better to just wish Madoka alive in that first timeline.
It wouldn’t have worked, Homura told herself. She’d already seen. She was the one that had to put Kyousuke out of his misery.
But perhaps it would’ve worked for a magical girl, how Sayaka had been brought back from her Witch form. Or if it depended on the timeline, how close and far she got away from the original one.
She looked up, and there was a rare picture; of her and Madoka in an embrace, Homura’s hair pig-tailed and her face tomato red, Madoka frozen in a joyful laugh.
Mami bringing tea, and Sayaka turned around to help, Kyoko cackling at nothing in particular. It was a mellow memory, a salve for this home that didn’t feel like a home.
Homura craved that kind of life.