[ her magic continues to swirl for just a heartbeat longer than Madoka's. it revolves in tight spirals around her left forearm as if momentarily unsure of the form it should take, remembering a shield she can no longer use but was the tool most familiar to her— but that's before one each of the pair of twin ribbons unfurls and pulls away to join the formless light.
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and like that, it all falls into place. ]