XII.
Homura doesn't return to school often after this.
Long enough to take attendance. She wishes she had Mami's clones to hide her truancy, if only so she wasn't tracked down by interfering nosy busybodies or the teacher insisting she complete homework she's -
Done too many times to care -
Doesn't have any interest in. Everyone will die here anyway. There's no point.
"Hey, Akemi."
Miki's voice is as brusque as always, mistrustful and cold and once again Homura doesn't know why. She didn't do anything why does she hate Homura so much?
She keeps walking. She has bombs to make, weapons to steal, shields to form. Even if it's pointless to try she has no choice. Madoka surely would do it for her if she knew.
But she didn't know, did she? She could never know, would never remember.
There was a huff, a rush of magic and Homura spun, weapon in hand before she could think better of it.
That said, Miki does look pleased with herself. That she got Homura's attention? What for?
"Good," she says with a sly grin. "Mami-senpai wants to speak with you."
Oh. that's what this is about. Homura reaches for her shield but Miki yanks her arm.
"Come on," she says impatiently. "i'm not supposed to force you, but a conversation over tea and snacks won't kill you, right?"
It'll kill everyone else.
But then, it doesn't matter. It really doesn't.