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Hands pressing into a gaping wound, doing their best to stop the bleeding despite knowing it's a useless endeavour.
Rewind.
The mad cackle of a witch as she destroyed the entire city turning it into wreckage.
Rewind.
An arrow shot through the soul gem by an ally disillusioned with the incubator foolishly trying to protect them and only serving their own end.
Rewind.
A "noble" sacrifice of her own soul gem to end both her life and that of a friend turn witch.
Rewind.
A smile as she uses the only grief seed between the save her instead of herself, having too much faith in someone who keeps failing.
Rewind.
A broken neck, from taking a hit meant for another with more force behind it than expected.
Rewind.
Blood seeping to the floor from the neck of a headless corpse the witch above happily munching on it's head.
Rewind.
Homura stalks forwards, keeping at a distance, not letting Incubator or Madoka catch sight of her. She lifts her gun keeping it trailed on the Incubator as she waits for an opening.
There. Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Interesting," another version of it says. "I don't remember you."
"You wouldn't," Homura agrees. Then she turns her gun to it and fires again.
Another version of it has already started cleaning up the first corpse, surely moving onto after it finishes. Homura doesn't stop this one. She has the more important goal of ensure Madoka Kaname lives. This time she will get it right.