Chapter 41

Your Turn

Kyoko's eyes were narrowed dangerously even before the door opened, allowing light to flood into the previously pitch-black closet. Closet was hardly the word for it, the red-head thought with just a touch of sourness. Her entire family had lived in apartments not much bigger than this place! There were shelves and drawers and cubbies and three very long racks filled with clothes. Noting the abundance of frilly dresses with a roll of her eyes, Kyoko rubbed her backside uncomfortably as she left the room.

The pinkette bounced out behind her merrily, wearing an even wider grin than usual. The veteran wasn't sad her time with the girl was at its end; she'd been almost annoyingly eager to share all the details about her stupid little crush on that wimpy boy Sayaka used to have such a thing for... At least, pretty sure it's 'used to', Kyoko thought with an uncharacteristic pang of uncertainty. That was one of the things that worried her the most, although she was loathe to admit it, even to herself. The thought of her blunette seeing that boy again, having some sort of realization that, maybe, she wasn't really over him...

Looking around, Kyoko was annoyed to notice only Homura was there to greet them, if a lukewarm smile and distracted nod could be considered a greeting. Madoka's mouth opened, and Kyoko ignored the chattering she'd endured for what seemed like forever.

Glowering, she kicked the stupid bottle, watching it bounce off the wall, Madoka literally jumping up as the ricocheting object flew past her legs. Homura was shaking her head as the bottle rolled to a stop, pointing at the door-

Just as Sayaka walked in, carrying an armful of beverage cans and a box of cookies.

Finally.

Kyoko's arm darted out, pointing at Sayaka. "Your turn," she said, advancing on the puzzled blunette who'd stopped in the doorway. Looking suddenly wary, Sayaka glanced around, almost like she was looking for a way to escape, but had forgotten the open door behind her.

"Kyoko-chan," Madoka began patiently. "That's not how you play, you just had your turn-" The pinkette abruptly cut off, seeing the wild, scary look in the crimson eyes that bored into her from across the room.

"I'm the one who told you about this game," Kyoko said with a smile, her teeth clenched so tightly Madoka thought she could hear them grinding together. "And I'm telling you this is how it works."

The pink-haired girl turned to look at Homura, who was watching with what could almost have been mistaken for a flicker of amusement. She shrugged, her expression telling Madoka she'd get no help from that corner. Frowning, she turned to look at Sayaka, but she was nowhere to be found. A lone box of cookies lay on the floor, and she caught a blue blur out of the corner of her eye as the door to her closet slammed shut.

Shaking her head in exasperation, Madoka decided there was no harm in Kyoko's antics. She liked it when things got played the way they were supposed to… years of her mother cheating her in Monopoly had given her an innate sense of fair-play. Which Junko had claimed was the goal all along, although Madoka had her doubts about that.

She walked over to the door, picking up the box of cookies. Her gasp of surprise drew the attention of Homura. Perplexed, she walked over to the girl, handing her the box. Homura's inquisitive frown faded.

It was empty.

As soon as the door closed, twin pairs of glow light, crimson and azure, faded as Kyoko let go, feeling strangely uncomfortable. There was a large elephant in the room, messily shitting all over Madoka's thousand-yen-a-square-foot carpet. Sayaka felt the sudden tension in the air, and not the good kind she expected to have to fight against. "Kyoko, what's up?"

Kyoko crammed a handful of cookies into her mouth to buy time, realizing too late that, in the dark, Sayaka wouldn't even know she was occupied... "Mrphmm nnwrmmgmph."

Feeling a spray of crumbs, the blunette couldn't help giggling. "What's that? I didn't catch what you said there."

"Mmph. Good cookies. Er… watch out for all those shoes over there." The red-head pondered for a moment, then gave up trying to find a delicate way to broach the subject. "Ah, Madoka just told me she, um, likes that Kyousuke kid."

It was weird, but she imagined she could hear the smile in Sayaka's response. "Oh god, is she telling everyone? She is so…" Kyoko was on the metaphorical edge of her seat, wondering if Sayaka would say something disparaging about the pinkette. But she only sighed. "She just told me earlier. I hope she can be more discreet at school."

The veteran waited, but Sayaka remained silent. "You… you're okay? With that?"

The silence stretched uncomfortably. "Sayaka?"

"Kyoko… are you… worried?"

"What? No, I… it was, well… um… it's just, kinda..."

Sayaka held her breath as long as she could, not exactly sure about how she felt.

Not about Kyousuke. She felt, really, like she'd left him in that place where Godzilla and Pokemon had been relegated. Things that weren't real. During her extraordinary adventure with Kyoko, Sayaka felt like she'd… grown. Or at least, changed. She didn't feel that horrible sense of being torn between two separate worlds, the world of sunshine and school she'd lived in all her life, and the dark, macabre horror that lay just beyond sight, biding its time in the shadows. Kyousuke, Hitomi… even, for a while there, Madoka… they'd all been left behind as she opened herself up to this new reality she'd been thrust within.

Besides, she realized that the image of Kyousuke, the ideal that she'd put upon a pedestal and practically worshiped, had been no more real than the imaginary boyfriend she'd claimed to have way back in sixth grade. The boy was what he was; a musical genius, certainly, a good friend, perhaps, but not in any way, shape, or form, the love of her life. Not a person she cherished above her closest friend, above herself. Someone she'd fight for. Die for.

Kill for.

Only one person had taken the time, shown the interest, to try and see things from her perspective. Kyoko had been the one who'd drawn her through the portal from childhood to… Whatever the hell it is I am now, she thought ruefully. Whatever she was… she had no intention of going back. The pill had been swallowed, the choice made.

Reaching out, Sayaka felt around for a moment before coming into contact with something soft. Running her hand up Kyoko's arm, she carefully caressed her cheek in the dark, before making a grab for a fist-full of ponytail.

"OW! What the-"

"Sakura Kyoko, you have no right to be worried," Sayaka began, her voice a stern whisper centimeters from the older girl's face. Kyoko's breath caught in her throat. "I've made my choice, and I think I've been-" her breath washed over Kyoko's cheek, lips tickling across her ear as the blunette continued, "-more than clear." She paused, pulling the red ponytail back even farther. She placed her other hand in Kyoko's lap, grabbing her hand, and their eyes were suddenly blazing in the darkness. "Obvious, even."

Kyoko didn't resist as her head was pulled to the side, and saw the azure half-moons descend, swallowing up her entire world. They disappeared just before Sayaka's lips met her own, and then Sayaka had let go of her hand and her hands were everywhere at once, and Kyoko couldn't help but get in on the action as she and her girlfriend mauled one another in the darkness.

"Mmmmm, MMMMMM. Mmmmm. Okay… that's… enough for now." It wasn't until Sayaka had noticed the zipping, or more likely, unzipping sound that she'd pulled back, trying to catch her breath. Oh my god, we're in this stupid closet, she suddenly realized. Madoka, Homura, outside… was I… was I being loud? Her face, already flushed, could barely notice the added heat of embarrassment. Licking her lips, she couldn't help wondering aloud, "Why do you taste like bacon? The cookies I get, but..." She wasn't even the slightest bit disgusted with what she was saying, a thought that would later amaze her. "And keep your shorts on, please."

Kyoko grunted. She'd been so careful, trying to unzip extra slowly… She had a surprise she was just dying to share. "Fine. And yeah, that bacon was delicious."

"Um, where did you get bacon?"

Kyoko straightened out her shirt. "From my pocket. Want some?" she asked, popping another mouth-watering slice into her mouth.

"I'll pass for now-" A thought occurred to the blunette. "That isn't... Junko's bacon, is it?"

"Huh?" Despite herself, Kyoko felt an icy chill settle over her. "Didn't have anyone's name on it..." she muttered, growing a little concerned.

"Well, let's just keep this between ourselves. Maybe we could blame Homura; too bad Tatsuya is out of town, he gets into just about everything..."

Kyoko grunted in agreement. "Alright. But I'm considering this a rain check," she said, referring to the make-out stoppage. "You owe me, lovah."

"I owe you?" Sayaka fanned herself in the dark, still recovering from the older girl's agile tongue. "I gave in on the hands-off rule, what more do you want?" She felt a little disgusted with herself, but only a very little. It hadn't been a promise, exactly, and she'd vacillated about sticking to it. Something about Kyoko demanded physical contact. It was part of her allure.

"You know exactly what I want." The younger girl could picture that smug grin plastered across the red-head's face with perfect clarity.

"Stop smirking," Sayaka said into the darkness, and Kyoko gasped. How the hell did she- "And behave yourself, remember where we are tonight."

"Behave myself? Consider yourself lucky. If I were a boy, your ass would be getting dry-humped right about now."

"My god, Kyoko, what is your obsession with my ass?" It wasn't the first such comment the blunette had noted with something approaching alarm.

Kyoko, thankful that the dark hid her furious, guilty blush, sputtered for an answer, hearing the trepidation in Sayaka's voice. "No, no, not like that. Like, you know, you say 'your ass' sometimes, instead of someone." Man, that sounds lame even to me, she thought despairingly. "It's like, when I kicked your ass all over the street, the first time we met," she continued, a fond smile spreading across her face. "I didn't actually touch your actual ass, back then the thought would never have occurred to me," she lied smoothly. "It's just an expression, lighten up."

A few moments of contemplative silence, Kyoko hoping Sayaka was spending the time pondering her own foolishness. "Oh, okay then. I just… dry humping-"

"Here, lemme show you," the red-head tried, reaching out and grabbing the other girl. Her hands were quickly slapped off, however. "The point is, you have a mighty fine ass, and you can't blame me for wanting to give it the attention it deserves."

It was Sayaka's turn to blush. "Oh, that was the point, was it? Not, I just used a careless expression that happened to be misunderstood by-"

"That, too," Kyoko agreed, aiming a spank in the darkness and being rewarded with a gentle slapping sound as she connected with the soft flesh. It was followed almost immediately by a much louder slapping sound, this one causing her head to rock back. She brought a hand to her stinging cheek, glad the darkness hid her smile, which surely would have aggravated the blunette to no end.

"You are such a tease," Kyoko muttered darkly. Sayaka couldn't help but gasp in indignation.

"What?! What are you talking about? How am I-"

"Well, you're wearing that sexy underwear. The really little, tight ones that I like. For one thing," the red-head ticked off. "And playing with my hair all night. And those looks you were giving me-"

"What?! What looks?"

Kyoko snorted. "You know what looks I'm talking about. The batting eyes, the 'come hither' glances-"

It was Sayaka turn to snort, albeit with amusement rather than derision. "Come hither? Wow, remind me, what decade were you born in again?"

In the darkness, Kyoko's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Fine, if that's too subtle for you… you were giving me your Fuck-Me Eyes."

"My… WHAT?!"

A muffled voice could be heard from outside. "Are… are you two okay in there?" Madoka called out hesitantly.

"FINE!" shouted two voices in unison. Even though it was pitch black, their heads spun to one another, trying to share an annoyed glance.

After some tense silence, Sayaka began, rather huffily, "I do not make-"

"Oh, get off your high horse, Miss Priss," Kyoko muttered, immediately feeling rather lame for using that particular phrase, but Sayaka let it slide. Based on the lack of a response, the red-head decided to continue. "I'm not trying to besmirch your high and mighty honor, fair lady," she started, getting warmed up, "may your virtue remain as pure and clean as a mountain stream." Sayaka's eyes narrowed at the girl's snide tone of voice, but she realized Kyoko often confused that with irony and let it go. "But, well, I'm a little… rusty at all this relationship shit, so excuse me if I have trouble with some of the misleading signals you keep throwing my way!"

"Sorry," Sayaka apologized. "I… yes, maybe I was looking at you… fondly, but-" she continued, ignoring Kyoko's squawk of protest, "you gotta remember, this is my friend's house, and her mom is, well, you've met her. She's pretty no-nonsense, and… ah, I just want things to go smoothly tonight. I want us to get along, Kyoko, so we can work together."

"No reason we can't get along and have fun," Kyoko began.

"No, what I'm saying is, tonight shouldn't be about us, as in us," she said, gesturing into the darkness at the pair of them, "but should be about us, like us," she finished, this time broadening her arms to indicate everyone; Kyoko, herself, Madoka and Homura.

"That…" Kyoko began, pausing. "Made no sense."

"Ah," Sayaka began, flustered.

The red-head had this sudden mental image, and she barked out a laugh. "Were… were you just, you know, pointing and stuff? In the dark?" The silence was confirmation enough. "You should totally dye your hair blonde-"

There was a loud thump, a brief screech, and then some sounds like things hitting a carpeted floor. Possibly fists. Madoka, wide-eyed, approached the door, tentatively reaching out a hand. Homura tsked behind her, and, abashed, she turned and sat down, color flooding her cheeks. This game was more fun when you got to be the one in the closet, she acknowledged to herself.

Rubbing her jaw, Kyoko grimaced, knowing she was going to have to be the first one to speak. One little joke… she sighed. Unseen, Sayaka frowned at the sound. "I have been trying," was the best the red-head could come up with.

"What? I don't…" Sayaka broke off, considering.

"Haven't I been, like, on my best behavior and shit? Haven't I gone out of my way to, you know, not… um, ruin things?"

"Well, there was the whole fiasco with the mystery of the muddy footprints-"

"Look, that was an accident, and if it hadn't been for that accident, a far worse one may have occurred-"

"Tee em eye, again, Kyoko!"

"Well, I've been nice to your pinkette friend," she sighed in annoyance, hearing Sayaka's intake of breath. "Madoka, yes her name's Madoka, I know. I've even called her by her name. I think. Or at least, I will by the end of the night. And I've even been getting along with Homura! You should be proud of me, not, I dunno, lecturing me about stuff beyond my control…"

The veteran wove a confusing argument; Sayaka thought that is why she ended up winning so many. "First of all, I don't think anyone should be commended about not being, well, an asshole…" but even as she said it, she realized just how hard the red-head was trying. Not just now, tonight, but ever since they'd shared that fateful moment in the train station. She was still Kyoko, but the coarse, in-your-face obnoxiousness had been toned down. It hadn't gone away, but it was like, at least, the girl wasn't trying to walk around picking fights and getting on people's last nerve anymore. At least not without any reason. She decided to switch tactics.

"And what exactly is beyond your control? All I'm asking for is one night where we can, I dunno, not get too physical-"

"How can I control how cute and hot you look, with your stupidly gorgeous messy hair and that clingy shirt you're wearing, showing all those awesome curves that are just begging for me to trace them all over your body. How can I control myself when you sit there batting your eyelashes at me like some innocent little lamb, but your amazing sapphire eyes are all electric and sexy, like you're thinking about something dirty that I want in on…"

Sayaka felt her pulse quickening. She opened a suddenly dry mouth to interject, trying to get her girlfriend to stop saying all of those perfectly reasonable things to justify… what was it again? Losing her train of thought, Sayaka could only think of that amazing body just before her, within arm's reach, desperately wanting that feeling of connection-

Kyoko couldn't see the hand reach out, hesitantly. "All I'm saying is that, well, I'm not completely responsible for the way you make me feel. And, knowing you are wearing those tight little panties makes it even worse… Why those ones, I wonder? Hmmm. Could it be because you're trying to torture me? Or maybe that, really, you want-"

"Wait, how do you know about these panties?" They were, indeed, the special ones she'd bought with Hitomi one time, in the women's store at the mall. Hitomi had "lost" her's immediately, the coward… but Sayaka had kept them stashed away. They weren't exactly naughty, but were definitely not something her father would have approved of her wearing. And they were tight. If she were honest, there was a reason she'd chosen these to wear.

With a reality-bending jolt of self-awareness, Sayaka's mind reeled from an abrupt realization. I never once thought of wearing the slinky things for Kyousuke-kun. Her feelings for him hadn't been physical, she'd dreamed of spending time with him, possibly kissing him, maybe a hazy image of some kind of family, but that had been about as far as her mind had wandered. So very different from where it chooses to wander when I'm around Kyoko. Before she could explore the thought further, however, Kyoko continued with her weak story. It didn't matter, Sayaka just liked to hear her talk. Especially when she was defensive… the worried kind, not the violent.

"Wha- I saw them, of course. When you were bent over on the stairs…" Kyoko's mind wandered; ever since the blunette had bent her over, so to speak, she'd been looking for a chance to pay her back. "You and those short skirts, another way you're a total tease!"

"But… you said they were your favorite… that implies that you knew about them? Before?"

"Huh. Um…"

"Well?" A few moments, and then "I'm still waaaaaiting…"

"Well, you've seen my powers of observation firsthand. There's a reason I'm known as the Crimson Eagle Eye," she said haughtily, referring to an old character, KrimzenEgullEye she'd played on an ancient MMORPG she'd gotten hooked on while hanging out with Mami. Frowning, she remembered the blonde ridiculing her spelling, but she'd already leveled up past twenty, and there was no way she was going to go back and do everything again. Using that old anger to fuel her argument, she continued. "Yes, I happened to notice you wearing them a while back. It's not my fault that you're uniforms are so damn revealing. I'm guessing a man designed all the girl's school uniforms in Japan," she muttered, half to herself. "You gonna blame me for practically having X-ray vision?"

"X-ray vision, huh? Does your X-ray vision show you what I'm doing right now?" Sayaka asked, her voice far, far too innocent. Kyoko smirked to herself.

"X-ray vision doesn't let you see in the dark, it lets you see through things," she scoffed. "Like how I can see through all your 'hands-off' nonsense. But if it's a certain suggestive gesture, I can tell you where to put that finger-"

After the wrestling match had concluded, Kyoko picked herself up from underneath the other girl. Can't tell who won in the dark, she thought bravely, dismayed at how the blunette had held her pinned, tickling her mercilessly. That's what happens every time you divulge a weakness, the red-head thought knowingly to herself, regretting telling her girlfriend that particular secret. Madoka had been the one to rescue her, amazingly. The pinkette had begun pounding on the door, calling out in that concerned voice of hers. Just in time, too, Kyoko had been about ready to pee herself.

"Just a night." It had been bothering her, and just kind of slipped out.

"Huh? What are you-"

"Just for a night, you said." Kyoko struggled to find the words she needed. "Like it's no big deal."

Sayaka sighed in the dark. "It's only been, what, a couple days? Three? I just thought, maybe, we should slow down a little? Like, now that we're back, we have all the-"

"Time in the world?" Kyoko finished with the younger girl. "That's just it, baby. In those two days, how many times could we have died? How many times did one of us almost die? I… I know I'm not really a… a long-term thinker." Kyoko felt the absurd need to explain herself, desperate to be understood. "I can't, you know, sit around and wait for something to happen, hoping for…" She paused. "You know, deep down, what I'm talking about, Sayaka. Death... it stalks us. I… I don't want to ruin your party, your mood or anything, but this is important to me. I need you to understand where I'm coming from." She took a deep breath. "Every day could be our last. That's the reality of it."

Hoping she wasn't sounding melodramatic, Kyoko continued talking into the darkness of the closet. "You're still… adjusting, to all of this, but, and I'm sorry to do this, remember. Remember Mami-san." She heard the expected intake of breath. "She was awesome, right? Total badass. But… in a second. Gone." She reached out, hearing the telltale sniffle in front of her. "I… I'll control myself, I really will." I probably will, she acknowledged. It's possible. "But, seeing you… it's important to me. I want to, um… spend as much, you know, time with you. As I can. I don't want to waste a second."

Sayaka, feeling her thoughts being led down a path dark and grim, fell into the hesitant embrace of the older girl, desperate for any kind of comfort. It was as if, instantly, she'd been chilled to her bones. She'd been trying so hard not to think about these things, all the wicked evil that the world would arbitrarily throw at them. But even worse was the thought of Kyoko, worried and fearful and acknowledging that things, after all, would end badly…

There was so much pain inside the older girl. The blunette squeezed, thinking of all the ways the world had disappointed the brave, lonely red-head, ways she was beginning to understand she'd never be able to fully comprehend. The blunette's own life had been kind to her, relatively speaking. Without exposure to the pain and misery that seemed to infect the lives of so much of humanity, she had been woefully unprepared for the sinister alternate world that suddenly confronted her. A world of shadow, misery, terror and, ultimately, death.

Luckily, she'd had a veteran to help guide her through it.

"There has to be a way," she whispered brokenly. Kyoko's hand paused from stroking her hair, and the girl nuzzled into the blunette's shoulder.

"If there is, we'll find it." The older girl's voice was a husky whisper against her neck, and she cleared her throat. "Together."

The door burst open, flooding the room with light. "Time's up!" Madoka cried cheerfully, before noticing the two entwined figures sitting on the floor. Her sparkling pink eyes widened, and then turned to look at Homura-chan, who appeared at her side with an expression of intense interest. But when she looked back, she saw the glistening trails of tears down Sayaka's face; only Kyoko's long red hair was visible. "Oh… are you a-alright?" Madoka asked.

"Yes," sniffed the blunette, wiping her eyes on the hood of Kyoko's green sweatshirt. "Fine." She turned her head slightly, whispering as quietly as she could "You okay?" Kyoko made an affirmative sound. "Give us... me a minute."

"Oh. Okay!" Madoka answered brightly, closing the door again. Again they were in utter darkness. Sayaka sighed.

"Kind of spoiled the moment. But… you and me, Kyoko. Somehow, it's going to work out. There's nothing we can't do. Right?"

Taking the blunette's hand, Kyoko found her enthusiasm and optimism refreshingly infectious, even though the veteran felt a little like she was lying to herself. She looked into the suddenly blazing azure orbs that hovered just a tiny bit higher than her own, and leaned forward-

The door opened again. This time, gasps of shock: Kyoko distinctly heard two of them. Flashing an arrogant smile at the door, she continued leaning in, catching Sayaka awkwardly as she tried to back away, planting a kiss right on her lips. It was more for show, but surprisingly the blunette was fully participating, and she grabbed the girl's waist, pulling her in-

"Oh my god!" Madoka was crying. "Oh my god! Homura-chan, did you see that? Did you?"

Kyoko smugly kept kissing Sayaka. The blunette felt the older girl's lips twist into a smile, and felt her own do the same. Poor Madoka…

"They… their… THEIR EYES GLOWED!"

The partners broke apart, looking sheepishly first at each other, then towards the girls standing in the door.

"They glowed! In the dark!" Madoka was shouting, amazed.

"Interesting." Kyoko couldn't help sneering at Homura's contribution.

"Yes, very. Too bad it only works for us, I guess," Kyoko said with excessive nonchalance, lounging against the wall and looking very pleased with herself.

"Hmm." Homura was thinking hard. The phenomena was intriguing, but ultimately meaningless. It didn't appear to do anything. More a cosmetic affectation than a power. Still, it was curious. And why those two? But then, with a flash of inspiration, Homura knew exactly what she needed to do with this development.

"Madoka's wish has seemed to have many… interesting side-effects," Homura began, interrupting the discussion of how cool glowing eyes looked in the dark, and how pink eyes would look super-cool. "I haven't brought it up, but with your permission, Madoka, I'd like to address some issues of consequence for the immediate future." Receiving the confused nod she'd expected, the black-haired girl went on. "I've hunted with Madoka, and have gotten a feel for how she... changes things. I'm not going to put thoughts into your heads, I want you two to get to experience it firsthand, and share your observations with me." She looked between the startled, confused, and suspicious faces. "This is a perfect opportunity. Tonight, we're all here, no school to worry about tomorrow…" Kyoko made a mocking noise, but the other two appeared to consider her argument thoughtfully. "Madoka, I think you should take these two out hunting with you. Tonight," she added, wanting to be clear.

"But, Homura-chan," Madoka protested with a nervous laugh. "What… what about you? You're not going to come?"

"I've already witnessed what you can do, Madoka. I want them to be able to see for themselves; there's no way to be certain exactly how their powers will be affected."

Kyoko and Sayaka glanced at one another, slightly confused but also eager to see what Homura was talking about.

Again, Madoka laughed, almost painfully forced. "But, I… tonight was supposed to be a time for all of us, to hang out together, I wou-"

"Trust me, Madoka," the transfer student interrupted, holding up a hand. "It is important that these two can see how you affect them. Once they have an idea, we'll be able to discuss what is coming. Walpurgisnacht."

The pinkette felt a ripple of fear course through her, Homura-chan having mentioned this dreaded monster only twice, but both times with such hesitance and gloom that Madoka was already slightly terrified of the unexplained name.

Sayaka noted how tense Kyoko had gotten, sitting literally on the edge of the bed. If things hadn't been so serious, she'd have been tempted to push her off. The blunette felt she'd made her peace with Akemi-san, but didn't feel at all obligated to hang on her every overly-dramatic word the way her girlfriend apparently did.

"I even have a location for you," Homura began, pulling out her semi-sentientphone. "Some of my research has indicated that there's a Witch around… Kyoko, what's your number? I'll put the coordinates on your map-"

Kyoko dug out her phone, holding it out. "I can't remember the number, can't you just plug it in or something?"

Homura thought that, yes, you could just "plug in" a phone to transfer data, provided it was made in this century. Carefully keeping the look of disdain off of her face, she shook her head. "That's alright. I've just sent it to you, Madoka. I'm sure that, somewhere in that area, you'll find something to fight." Seeing the mixture of excitement, dubiousness, and general confusion, she felt the need to add, "Be patient. This is important. Once you get back, we'll sit down and I'll let you know everything I know about… what's coming."

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