[Madoka pretty much runs entirely on hope. telepathy is a thing at home, but wherever they are, it's far out of range for her friends to hear her ... but if she ever thought it could work, that her thoughts could ever reach home, she'd be trying it every single day — or she'd just write letters in one of the notebooks she grabbed, and keep them safe to give to her friends when she sees them again.]
[it's that same hope that nearly instantly cheers her in response to Minato's suggestion.]
That's true. We'll just have to work really hard for her sake, then, right?
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[it's that same hope that nearly instantly cheers her in response to Minato's suggestion.]
That's true. We'll just have to work really hard for her sake, then, right?
Oh — I'm Madoka, by the way.