Across a long bridge, in a distant building, the Kaname family was sitting, huddled together in a hotel room. Madoka stared towards Mitakihara, with her parents sitting by. Tatsuya walked over to Madoka awkwardly, before he grabbed her pant leg, tugged, and fell over.
She blinked at the sudden contact, before she turned to her little brother. "Oh-!" She smiled. "Hi, Tatsuya."
"Madoka!" He shouted. "Hi!" Just as he said that, Junko quickly scooped him up, much to his protest, before she turned over to Madoka.
"...You okay?" Junko asked.
Madoka nodded quickly. "Yeah...I-I am."
Junko frowned. "Don't lie."
Madoka swallowed
hard. "...I...hm."
"...Worried about Homura, right?"
Madoka sat down on a hotel bed. Her dad was in the shower, leaving her and her mom in the room alone. It was tiny little place, with a single bed, a pull-out couch bed, and a little futon for Tatsuya. There was just enough room to fit all of them just for a day. "...I...she can do it...Sayaka...they can."
Junko sat right next to her. "You can be honest with me...it's what I'm here for." She said. "Even if...with all of this." She said.
"I..." Madoka kept staring at the distant grey clouds over the horizon. "...I-I don't know." She bit her lip. "I want to think...I believe in them." She shrunk. "I want to say it. I-I want to believe it.
I-I do."
Junko didn't say anything.
"I-I'm...I feel like such...I-I...Homura's
amazing. Sayaka...Sayaka and Kyouko are so strong and...Akane's there and they all have help and...I-I don't know. I-I want to believe it but...but no matter
how hard I try-!" She shook as a quiet sob eked its way out of her throat. "I-I can't do it."
"Madoka-"
"I'm sitting here with you w-while she could be
dead-" The more she spoke, the more she rushed, and the more she sobbed. "
-and I-I can't even
trust my own g-girlfriend and...!" She buried her face in her hands.
"-a-and I can't do anything a-about it!"
Outside of her window, a pair of red eyes watched.
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In a different room, a woman nearing her thirties stared at something in her hands. Her own hotel room was barren, with only one bed and a couch with a pillow and a blanket.
In her hands was a single phone, and on its screen was an album. A series of photographs with a blue-haired girl, from birth to middle school. At the end of the album, there was just one picture left. Taken right before she evacuated Mitakihara.
She held it close, before she started to sob in her room.
Thank you for joining us, Kinematics.
