The ghost of a smile flits across her face. "Waiting for the right question. 'Why?' I could not work with you. Not if you are to work with Akemi Homura."
"And you want that?" you ask incredulously, gesturing at her current, rather battered state.
"You need to," Oriko states simply. "And that is something else that Akemi Homura may not know, or she would mistrust you."
"And that is something else I want to know," you reply, imitating her tone. "Why do you want that? Are you trying to assemble a team to beat Walpurgisnacht, or something?"
"Walpurgisnacht will be defeated," the seer says, eyes glinting in the odd, muted illumination of the time stop.
...
Oriko's head is buried in her knees, and her voice is muffled. "You already know it. Something is coming. Not Walpurgisnacht. Something bigger."
"Oriko, no more games," you snap, the hand with Kirika's Soul Gem rising again, to remind her. You stare at your own hand, which is trembling violently. Either way, though, Oriko's not looking at you to notice, though Homura does, you think.
"I don't know!" Oriko bursts out, head finally coming up to stare at you. "I don't know. It... my visions simply stop when I try to look directly at it! If it gets to me or Kirika..." She breaks off, and shudders.
"Not a Witch?" you ask carefully. Not Gretchen, or Homulily? Or your own Witch, whatever that might be?
"It's not," Oriko replies. "A Witch, you can kill."
...
"And speaking of things done..." you say. "What, was your plan to help us 'win' to gather magical girls to fight it?"
"Yes. No," Oriko says. "You will end this, one way or another, but you need... tools."
White hot rage flares. "Tools? Sayaka and Hitomi are not tools. They are people who you hurt."