tw:explicit self harm
VI.
She doesn't bleed much.
No matter how hard she tries, even to the point of hurting herself with the shield by forcing it to turn and slicing up her arm, it doesn't go back. It doesn't turn more than enough to pause time and that's…
Not enough to go back. Not enough to fix this. This is her last chance. Her last opportunity.
"Madoka," she thinks, breathing coming in rapid pants even though she really has no reason to breathe. "Madoka, please exist in this world."
She is never so happy to see pink later that day. She is almost happy to see the incubator prancing about where everyone can see him and yet doesn't.
Not so happy that she doesn't sink a bullet into his fluffy skull but still.