[there's an easy answer to Homura's first remark — it's simply that Homura is her best friend, and Madoka not only cares about her, but she would do anything for her. it's probably obvious in the way she smiles at her.]
[Mitakihara has always been so beautiful. the sight of it makes her feel homesick, for a brief moment, before a different thought suddenly occurs to her: that perhaps the stars illuminating it feel even more like home than the city.]
[it's strange. and it isn't the first time, or even the first dream she's stumbled in on, where she's had that same feeling.]
[but that's not really important right now. in a small burst of pink, Madoka's changed into her own outfit of pink and white, ribbons and curls. her bow unfurls in her hands, and she takes aim.]
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[Mitakihara has always been so beautiful. the sight of it makes her feel homesick, for a brief moment, before a different thought suddenly occurs to her: that perhaps the stars illuminating it feel even more like home than the city.]
[it's strange. and it isn't the first time, or even the first dream she's stumbled in on, where she's had that same feeling.]
[but that's not really important right now. in a small burst of pink, Madoka's changed into her own outfit of pink and white, ribbons and curls. her bow unfurls in her hands, and she takes aim.]
All right. One ... two ...