A/N: 021 - prompt: When I am dead, I hope it is said, 'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read'. - Hilaire Belloc
The Doctrine Without a Text
The journey is instant for her, but for them it is forever.
The second they make the wish, no matter who it is, everyone sees a pink sparkle.
The girl smiles and waves a hand clothed in white.
Then she's gone, and they all forget.
Yet a feather tickles their minds. The more wraiths they kill, the duller their gems, the more they remember. She is watching, and she will come.
The time for them is forever. The time for her does not exist.
People mourn of course, if they notice the children are gone. There are so many girls in the world. Kyubey feels it is more efficient to discard a few than to lose all of them.
Madoka agrees. She still saves the discarded ones.
Sayaka helps, when she's not thinking or baking, when Nagisa isn't having too much fun with the cheese.
And when the mission comes, they are ready.
When each magical girl's time comes, with the witch knocking at their heart, they are ready.
Heaven is opened, for all but one. Madoka waits for that one to come to her door.