And yes, Oriko gave us good information, but it's also clear that she has no real idea what caused the attack."
With your attention mostly fixed on Homura, you see the flash of irritation wash across her face before she wipes it back to a disapproving mask, her weight settling on her back foot.
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"I..." you sigh again, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Homura, Mami, the three of us, this team, need to figure this out. It seems to me that Sayaka was specifically targeted by the Witch, and... even ignoring Oriko, something unknown to us might have directed this attack."
Homura twitches, her hands clenching into white-knuckled fists. "Kyuubey," she hisses.
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"I don't know," you say. "I honestly have no idea. The only things I have to go on are that the timing matches, and that, well. Um. Oriko mentioned feathers blocking her visions before."
"Do your powers have anything to do with this?" Homura asks, voice quiet. Her weight shifts again, balanced, hands hanging loosely at her side. She's not exactly tense, but... something about the set of her shoulders suggests worry.
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You choke back your instinctive apology, swallowing hard.
"It can't be," Mami blurts out. "It isn't. Right, Sabrina?" She turns a pleading look on you.
Homura's gaze remains fixed on you, amethyst eyes fixed steadily on you. Her breaths come slow and measured, and her stance is carefully neutral.
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"It... seems normal to me." She holds the feather out to Homura with a small, hopeful smile.
The time traveller's eyes flick down to the feather for a moment, before returning to regarding you in stony silence. She shakes her head, and Mami's smile fades, the hand holding the feather dropping back to her side.
You force yourself to straighten and meet Homura's eyes, clear blue against faded, tired lilac.
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She takes a deep breath, looking up at you. "Maybe it's something like a lightning rod? When y-you make a Barrier, some... Witch powers are, are, drawn in, s-somehow? L-like calls to like?"
Homura's attention shifts to Mami. Neutral, silent, barely moving. Almost a statue, for all the emotion she's displaying, and nearly as still as everything in the frozen world of the timestop.
Mami notices, frowning at Homura. "I... don't you think so, Homura? S-Sabrina?"