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[a tiny part of her is surprised, perhaps, at the bow and the ribbon — Homura's surely mentioned her weapon to her by now, of course, but for a moment, Madoka can't tell whether her surprise is simply because of the surreal nature of the dream, or if maybe it's another symptom of how far apart their realities truly are.]

[but that isn't important right now. Madoka draws back and fires her own bow on count, assisting in breaking through to the calm and familiarity that must lie beyond.]

[there. they will have sweet dreams together from here on out — she turns her head slightly to offer Homura another reassuring smile.]