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“That’s enough.”
Her spiralling thoughts froze as she focused on the girl crouching in front of her.
“You’ve done more than enough, Homura.”
“Madoka,” Homura’s hand weakly came up to grab onto Madoka’s sleeve, begging her to listen, “don’t do it.”
“Homura,” Madoka stood, and smiled back at her, “I am sorry, but I want to be a magical girl. I finally figured it out. What I want to wish for. I know what I want now more than anything else. And I’m ready to trade my life for it with no regrets.”
“But you can’t!” Homura cried, “If you do then, everything I’ve fought for, it’s all for nothing!”
Madoka crouched back down next to where Homura lay with her leg trapped underneath the broken slab of concrete that had fallen on her. She put her arms around her before she began to speak.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’ve been protecting me for a long time. And I’ll never forget that...”
She kept going, but something had sparked an idea in Homura’s mind.
There was something she still hadn’t tried.
Something that she could do differently.
Maybe, just maybe, this could work.
Homura sat up sharply and wrapped her arm around Madoka, ignoring the other girl’s sudden cry of alarm. She reached over to her shield and, making sure that Madoka was firmly in her grasp,
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