[ Homura smiles back as the borrowed weapon vanishes. there's more reserve in the expression now, but somehow — something about it seems more sincere.
even with the clockwork pendulum hanging over their heads like a deadline, a countdown to — what, really? not walpurgisnacht, after all. it doesn't matter. she can unwind, just a little.
she reaches out, pushing past the slight hesitation in her to interlace her hand with Madoka's again — they'd had to let go to shoot, of course — before they leap. Mitakihara almost mirrors the skies above it, and it's familiar and soothing. still there is always that small part of Homura apprehensive of diving into the unknown—
but it's okay, because she's not alone. and it's not the unknown, not really. ]
... Lead the way. [ she says softly, then reaffirms: ] I'll follow you, Madoka.
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even with the clockwork pendulum hanging over their heads like a deadline, a countdown to — what, really? not walpurgisnacht, after all. it doesn't matter. she can unwind, just a little.
she reaches out, pushing past the slight hesitation in her to interlace her hand with Madoka's again — they'd had to let go to shoot, of course — before they leap. Mitakihara almost mirrors the skies above it, and it's familiar and soothing. still there is always that small part of Homura apprehensive of diving into the unknown—
but it's okay, because she's not alone. and it's not the unknown, not really. ]
... Lead the way. [ she says softly, then reaffirms: ] I'll follow you, Madoka.