I— Kaname-san... [ her gaze darts back and forth, furtively. if she blinks a little rapidly at their surroundings while doing so, her brow furrowing in the slightest before relaxing, well. the embrace helps. she does seem a little more collected, at least. ] A—all right, Madoka. If you say so.
But... but I think. I think you might... be mistaken, um. Please don't take this the wrong way. It— it's not that I don't want you here, Madoka. And I'm not... afraid, of you going away. I'm happy, I really am. I...
[ even in dream logic she's aware she's not making much sense, so she falls silent in attempt to collect herself. there's something nagging her here, that things aren't quite right, but proper lucidity still seems to be just beyond her. clearly Madoka's just another part she dreamed up, if this is a dream, and... it's exactly like her, to always be so kind despite Homura trying to tell her otherwise. and of course Homura can't control the things in her own dreams. when could she ever?
her head tilts back up, briefly— staring past the screens and instead to the soft pink light lurking just at the edge of sight— before she looks back to Madoka herself. a mental connection of some sort is made, but it doesn't seem she quite fully grasps yet "it's a dream" in anything more than hazy dreamlike understanding. ]
That's... supposed to be you, I think. Up above everything else. You were supposed to be safe, you aren't supposed to be here. [ try a different tack, then, but that spills out in more of a rush than she'd meant it to, and she takes another shaky breath and another moment to gather her thoughts through the fog. ] I don't know how... but, Madoka, please, you shouldn't stay here.
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But... but I think. I think you might... be mistaken, um. Please don't take this the wrong way. It— it's not that I don't want you here, Madoka. And I'm not... afraid, of you going away. I'm happy, I really am. I...
[ even in dream logic she's aware she's not making much sense, so she falls silent in attempt to collect herself. there's something nagging her here, that things aren't quite right, but proper lucidity still seems to be just beyond her. clearly Madoka's just another part she dreamed up, if this is a dream, and... it's exactly like her, to always be so kind despite Homura trying to tell her otherwise. and of course Homura can't control the things in her own dreams. when could she ever?
her head tilts back up, briefly— staring past the screens and instead to the soft pink light lurking just at the edge of sight— before she looks back to Madoka herself. a mental connection of some sort is made, but it doesn't seem she quite fully grasps yet "it's a dream" in anything more than hazy dreamlike understanding. ]
That's... supposed to be you, I think. Up above everything else. You were supposed to be safe, you aren't supposed to be here. [ try a different tack, then, but that spills out in more of a rush than she'd meant it to, and she takes another shaky breath and another moment to gather her thoughts through the fog. ] I don't know how... but, Madoka, please, you shouldn't stay here.