XIX.
She did something wrong. She killed people.
Magical girls are murderers for self-preservation yes she knows this. She's well aware of this. That's how she's lived this whole time. That's how they've all lived. In the end, if things were different, Walphurghisnacht would have her sympathy.
But it kills Madoka, so it doesn't. And yet.
This time, she wonders, is it worth it after all? It's the last chance. Shouldn't she fight with all she has?
Why doesn't she want to?
Madoka visits her home and says nothing about the witch, nothing about the space she lives in, nothing at all about any of it. She just brings pastries, her father's homemade bread and jam. Then she turns on the tv and puts on a movie, like she's been here, all along.
Eventually, when the tension brings Homura's shoulders equivalent to her ears, and she hasn't touched a sip of the tea in the thermos that Madoka had also brought, the pink-haired girl finally says:
"I dreamed about you before I made my wish. I wished I could help you, help anyone."
No. Homura doesn't want to hear this. She can't hear this.
"I dreamed of you killing our friends last night," Madoka continues. She's still not looking at Homura, but her voice is eerily steady. "For my sake, you were hurting so much." She looks at Homura with compassion and it somehow hurts the most. "You've always been hurting so much, haven't you?"
Homura… breaks.