...Why does the Yan-yan Mami pic have so many hugs? I mean, I'd expect that from Rex, but everyone else?
Because we won't ever leave her.
Homura stared at the familiar ceiling.

As usual, it held no answers.

So she lied in bed, unmoving, her eyes tracing patterns across the tiles, because she couldn't bring herself to close them-

No! Why? Were we-

She snapped her eyes open, breathing sharply, but her eyes blurred, and she couldn't help but to think...

I guess we weren't supposed to win after all.

She rubbed the tears away, but more kept on coming.

I'm sorry I ruined everything... No, listen! I can't- I can't let go, so please...

She realized she was muttering to herself to stop, to not think, to not remember, to not feel the crushing void that was left in place of her hopes.

Take care of them for me. And... And remember-

But she couldn't. How, how did she expect her to, to... What could she ever hope to accomplish, when all she had was a string of defeat after defeat after defeat? What did she have-

Remember me!


She groaned and sobbed, a pitiful little compaint that couldn't carry the sheer weight of her... Despair.

Her arms dropped at her sides.

That was right. She didn't have to get up. Not anymore.

Why would she?

She felt her mouth twitch, just a little bit, but maybe it had been her imagination. She couldn't tell, the room seemed to blur around her, and she couldn't tell up from down, nevermind...

She could just stay down, right? Stay, wait, hunger wouldn't come to her, but that didn't mean she could lie down forever.

Her temples pulsed. Her ears filled with insidious whispers, and her blurred vision flashed black and white uselessly.

She could try. If she just stayed put, it might take days, but eventually...

Her body ached, her legs trembled as if under strain, her hands shook...

"Just sign here and here and you're done."

Homura froze. Her senses snapped, bringing the world came into clarity.

The woman sitting behind the desk frowned. "Are you OK?" she asked.

Homura blinked, and with a practiced motion, finished filling her papers. Without though, she dropped the pen, turned around before any further questions could be asked, and walked right out of the hospital, just as she had done so many, many times.



She sat at her apartment, staring at the pendulum.

It went back and forth.

Back and forth.

It repeated the same movement, just as always.

Everything was just as it always had been.

Why was she here, then? She didn't expect things to change, not anymore. She was walking straight into yet another bitter defeat, she knew it. So why had she got up? Why had she made all the same old arrangements and traveled back to this place?

She couldn't tell. For all she could feel, she was doing nothing more than following old steps, moving forward based on... momentun.

She sluggishly stood up. She still had her transfer to finish.

She slowly moved towards the door outside, not intent, but... resigned to keep going.

She almost frowned, looking down at her feet.

A step. Another step. Then another. Another... She felt a shiver down her spine. Something... something bothered her, but she couldn't tell why...

She opened the door, stepped outside, and closed it.

The fresh air hit her like a wave. The people walking around her...

... Ah. She knew. She knew what was bothering her.

If she was only moving forward based on momentum alone... she thought, then it seemed she was running out.

That was fine.



The world moved past her slow as molasses. She couldn't help it, nothing even mattered anymore.

People walked past her, some of them staring, whispering, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

She wasn't sure where she was going, honestly.

Maybe she should've been hunting Kyuubey? It seemed like such a waste of... effort.

She couldn't hurt it after all. Not really. Another thing she just couldn't do...

She stopped. She knew she shouldn't been thinking like that, and maybe there was some feeling left inside her, because...

Where was she? She looked around. Just a random street.

But something about it made her stop and think and... tremble.

She knew where she was. It was where she had first met her.

She walked purposefully, her mind clear for the first time in many days. She hadn't been there, but she knew the alley where they had found her. Just there, she could see it. She turned the corner and...

Empty. It was empty. Just... trashcans.

There was nobody in there. Of course not.

She moved on. A familiar fog started to settle around her mind once more. She could feel herself growing weary, tired, and she couldn't bring herself to even care. It was better that way.

She shouldn't have looked. Why would she? It wasn't even the same day she had been there last time. She hadn't hoped, but there had been something, she had let some feeling twinge in her chest, expecting to see a familiar pair of blue eyes crowned in that distinct white hair.

She shook her head, trying to erase the image from her mind.

But she couldn't. She had been her hope last time. She had promised so much... and failed. Gone. Gone and taken her last remaining hopes along with her...

Maybe if she could forget. If she could stop seeing her in front of...

Homura's eyes widened.

She wasn't imagining things.

Her mouth fell open.

It wasn't a phantom summoned from her mind.

She tried to call-

Those very familiar blue eyes fell on her, staring her with the same kindness she had come to expect. She walked towards her, and she could hear her calling her name -'Hey, Homura-chan'- before she even-

She looked away, not a trace of recognition on her features.

Homura stood dumbfounded.

Taller than the few men walking around her, kind deep blue eyes, white hair down to her shoulders, with two bangs framing her face... Sabrina just walked past her as if a complete stranger.

She reached out.

"Hm?"

Homura stood still under her... under the girl's questioning -nervous?- stare.

She let go of her as if burned, flinching back a step. It wasn't her.

She shook, she couldn't help it, she shouldn't have tried... she couldn't bring herself to keep losing-

A hand rested lightly on her arm, not quite grabbing at her.

She hid her flinch this time.

"Hey..." she heard the concern in her voice, as she had so many times, "are you OK? If you confused me for someone, it's fine, no need to..."

Her vision blurred. She couldn't help it. It was her, her voice, her same way of caring when nobody else would, without good reason.

"D-don't cry!" Sabrina startled, "It's OK, I-I... Ah-"

Homura hugged her. She grabbed on tight as she had painfully learned to do, and let herself cry.

Sabrina awkwardly held the strange girl, perplexed.



"So... I really would've had all those powers?"

Homura nodded.

"Uh..." Sabrina scratched her head. "Sounds... cool, I guess?" she shrugged, uncertain.

The violet haired girl scoffed. "It was..." she muttered, "much more than that."

Her companion shook her head across the cafe table. "Well, I'm sorry I can't help you. I really would, if I could do all these things you're saying..."

Homura's shoulders fell.

"Ah!" Sabrina panicked slightly, "maybe I could make a contract? Even if I wasn't that strong... If there's something threatening the entire city, I can't just stay and watch, can I?" she finished with a confident smile.

'She doesn't have the potential to Wish.'

Homura watched as Kyuubey jumped on the table.

Sabrina kept staring at her, waiting on an answer.

She couldn't see the Incubator.

Homura's heart plummeted. Or fell as much as she had dared to raise it, anyway.

"Just..." her voice wavered, "just," she didn't know what to say, "I- you-" she stopped.

The white haired girl frowned, worried.

Worried. Worried and clearly trying to say something that'd help.

"Can I have your number?" asked Homura suddenly.



How strange.

She could remember this, even though she hadn't planned for it to happen this way.

The same way as last time, despite all the differences.

Her hand came up to catch the thrown Grief Seed.

Clack.

"I won't be needing this one, so you may have it," Mami tried to sound confident.

Homura stepped into the light.

Sayaka immediately put herself in between Madoka and herself, suspicious as usual...But she couldn't bring herself to dismiss her, not like she had done so many times...

Something must have flashed in her features, because the blue haired girl shifted, less angry and more... confused?

Homura shook her head, turning back to the other Magical Girl.

She could hear an echo of a warning. Not the exact words, but...

She nodded, pocketing the Grief Seed and turning to go-

"Do you want hunt together, tonight?" she asked over her shoulder before realizing what she was doing.

Mami's eyes widened for a second, before she regained her usual composture.

"Sure, that sounds great!"



"... -sounds like it went well! Good job! Do you have anything planned? Listen, I was thinking if you could get some enchanted string and tie it to your misiles-"

Homura nodded along, even though her friend wouldn't be able to see it over the phone.



A breeze swept through her hair.

Homura gulped, but approached the group nonetheless.

They looked up.

She spared a nod for the blue and green girls, before focusing on the one that mattered the most...

"... Can I sit with you?" she asked before she could lose her nerve.

Madoka blinked, before smiling.

"Sure!"
Oh god, that hurts.
 
*reads
Homura stared at the familiar ceiling.

As usual, it held no answers.

So she lied in bed, unmoving, her eyes tracing patterns across the tiles, because she couldn't bring herself to close them-

No! Why? Were we-

She snapped her eyes open, breathing sharply, but her eyes blurred, and she couldn't help but to think...

I guess we weren't supposed to win after all.

She rubbed the tears away, but more kept on coming.

I'm sorry I ruined everything... No, listen! I can't- I can't let go, so please...

She realized she was muttering to herself to stop, to not think, to not remember, to not feel the crushing void that was left in place of her hopes.

Take care of them for me. And... And remember-

But she couldn't. How, how did she expect her to, to... What could she ever hope to accomplish, when all she had was a string of defeat after defeat after defeat? What did she have-

Remember me!


She groaned and sobbed, a pitiful little compaint that couldn't carry the sheer weight of her... Despair.

Her arms dropped at her sides.

That was right. She didn't have to get up. Not anymore.

Why would she?

She felt her mouth twitch, just a little bit, but maybe it had been her imagination. She couldn't tell, the room seemed to blur around her, and she couldn't tell up from down, nevermind...

She could just stay down, right? Stay, wait, hunger wouldn't come to her, but that didn't mean she could lie down forever.

Her temples pulsed. Her ears filled with insidious whispers, and her blurred vision flashed black and white uselessly.

She could try. If she just stayed put, it might take days, but eventually...

Her body ached, her legs trembled as if under strain, her hands shook...

"Just sign here and here and you're done."

Homura froze. Her senses snapped, bringing the world came into clarity.

The woman sitting behind the desk frowned. "Are you OK?" she asked.

Homura blinked, and with a practiced motion, finished filling her papers. Without though, she dropped the pen, turned around before any further questions could be asked, and walked right out of the hospital, just as she had done so many, many times.



She sat at her apartment, staring at the pendulum.

It went back and forth.

Back and forth.

It repeated the same movement, just as always.

Everything was just as it always had been.

Why was she here, then? She didn't expect things to change, not anymore. She was walking straight into yet another bitter defeat, she knew it. So why had she got up? Why had she made all the same old arrangements and traveled back to this place?

She couldn't tell. For all she could feel, she was doing nothing more than following old steps, moving forward based on... momentun.

She sluggishly stood up. She still had her transfer to finish.

She slowly moved towards the door outside, not intent, but... resigned to keep going.

She almost frowned, looking down at her feet.

A step. Another step. Then another. Another... She felt a shiver down her spine. Something... something bothered her, but she couldn't tell why...

She opened the door, stepped outside, and closed it.

The fresh air hit her like a wave. The people walking around her...

... Ah. She knew. She knew what was bothering her.

If she was only moving forward based on momentum alone... she thought, then it seemed she was running out.

That was fine.



The world moved past her slow as molasses. She couldn't help it, nothing even mattered anymore.

People walked past her, some of them staring, whispering, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

She wasn't sure where she was going, honestly.

Maybe she should've been hunting Kyuubey? It seemed like such a waste of... effort.

She couldn't hurt it after all. Not really. Another thing she just couldn't do...

She stopped. She knew she shouldn't been thinking like that, and maybe there was some feeling left inside her, because...

Where was she? She looked around. Just a random street.

But something about it made her stop and think and... tremble.

She knew where she was. It was where she had first met her.

She walked purposefully, her mind clear for the first time in many days. She hadn't been there, but she knew the alley where they had found her. Just there, she could see it. She turned the corner and...

Empty. It was empty. Just... trashcans.

There was nobody in there. Of course not.

She moved on. A familiar fog started to settle around her mind once more. She could feel herself growing weary, tired, and she couldn't bring herself to even care. It was better that way.

She shouldn't have looked. Why would she? It wasn't even the same day she had been there last time. She hadn't hoped, but there had been something, she had let some feeling twinge in her chest, expecting to see a familiar pair of blue eyes crowned in that distinct white hair.

She shook her head, trying to erase the image from her mind.

But she couldn't. She had been her hope last time. She had promised so much... and failed. Gone. Gone and taken her last remaining hopes along with her...

Maybe if she could forget. If she could stop seeing her in front of...

Homura's eyes widened.

She wasn't imagining things.

Her mouth fell open.

It wasn't a phantom summoned from her mind.

She tried to call-

Those very familiar blue eyes fell on her, staring her with the same kindness she had come to expect. She walked towards her, and she could hear her calling her name -'Hey, Homura-chan'- before she even-

She looked away, not a trace of recognition on her features.

Homura stood dumbfounded.

Taller than the few men walking around her, kind deep blue eyes, white hair down to her shoulders, with two bangs framing her face... Sabrina just walked past her as if a complete stranger.

She reached out.

"Hm?"

Homura stood still under her... under the girl's questioning -nervous?- stare.

She let go of her as if burned, flinching back a step. It wasn't her.

She shook, she couldn't help it, she shouldn't have tried... she couldn't bring herself to keep losing-

A hand rested lightly on her arm, not quite grabbing at her.

She hid her flinch this time.

"Hey..." she heard the concern in her voice, as she had so many times, "are you OK? If you confused me for someone, it's fine, no need to..."

Her vision blurred. She couldn't help it. It was her, her voice, her same way of caring when nobody else would, without good reason.

"D-don't cry!" Sabrina startled, "It's OK, I-I... Ah-"

Homura hugged her. She grabbed on tight as she had painfully learned to do, and let herself cry.

Sabrina awkwardly held the strange girl, perplexed.



"So... I really would've had all those powers?"

Homura nodded.

"Uh..." Sabrina scratched her head. "Sounds... cool, I guess?" she shrugged, uncertain.

The violet haired girl scoffed. "It was..." she muttered, "much more than that."

Her companion shook her head across the cafe table. "Well, I'm sorry I can't help you. I really would, if I could do all these things you're saying..."

Homura's shoulders fell.

"Ah!" Sabrina panicked slightly, "maybe I could make a contract? Even if I wasn't that strong... If there's something threatening the entire city, I can't just stay and watch, can I?" she finished with a confident smile.

'She doesn't have the potential to Wish.'

Homura watched as Kyuubey jumped on the table.

Sabrina kept staring at her, waiting on an answer.

She couldn't see the Incubator.

Homura's heart plummeted. Or fell as much as she had dared to raise it, anyway.

"Just..." her voice wavered, "just," she didn't know what to say, "I- you-" she stopped.

The white haired girl frowned, worried.

Worried. Worried and clearly trying to say something that'd help.

"Can I have your number?" asked Homura suddenly.



How strange.

She could remember this, even though she hadn't planned for it to happen this way.

The same way as last time, despite all the differences.

Her hand came up to catch the thrown Grief Seed.

Clack.

"I won't be needing this one, so you may have it," Mami tried to sound confident.

Homura stepped into the light.

Sayaka immediately put herself in between Madoka and herself, suspicious as usual...But she couldn't bring herself to dismiss her, not like she had done so many times...

Something must have flashed in her features, because the blue haired girl shifted, less angry and more... confused?

Homura shook her head, turning back to the other Magical Girl.

She could hear an echo of a warning. Not the exact words, but...

She nodded, pocketing the Grief Seed and turning to go-

"Do you want hunt together, tonight?" she asked over her shoulder before realizing what she was doing.

Mami's eyes widened for a second, before she regained her usual composture.

"Sure, that sounds great!"



"... -sounds like it went well! Good job! Do you have anything planned? Listen, I was thinking if you could get some enchanted string and tie it to your misiles-"

Homura nodded along, even though her friend wouldn't be able to see it over the phone.



A breeze swept through her hair.

Homura gulped, but approached the group nonetheless.

They looked up.

She spared a nod for the blue and green girls, before focusing on the one that mattered the most...

"... Can I sit with you?" she asked before she could lose her nerve.

Madoka blinked, before smiling.

"Sure!"

;_____;

Brain: Intitate automatic counters!!

... What if she failed that route and then found Sabrina in the alley way.... again.

Homura: I..a..ahaha >__<
Kyubbey: Hello~
Homura: ... *sighs*

So its PMAS but staying with Homura rather then Mumi. But now Homura is likely to be friends with Mumi...
 
You know what could be cool, would be if the quest failed as Sabrina, and then restarted from the perspective of a different character, but reapplying all the metaknoweldge, etc. to that character.

Pretentious babble incoming :p

There was (never) a girl who knew things no one else did.

There was (never) a girl who could do impossible things.

There was (never) a girl who shouldn't have existed. Who tried to fix everything, to bring down a broken system and to save everyone she met.

But that didn't mean she couldn't change things for the better anyway.
 
Pretentious babble incoming :p

There was (never) a girl who knew things no one else did.

There was (never) a girl who could do impossible things.

There was (never) a girl who shouldn't have existed. Who tried to fix everything, to bring down a broken system and to save everyone she met.

But that didn't mean she couldn't change things for the better anyway.
"If I knew I could save everyone I cared about, ensure they were happy, only it would cost me never existing, I would gladly do so."
 
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"If I knew I could save everyone I cared about, ensure they were happy, only it would cost me never existing, I would gladly do so."
Speak for yourself, Sabrina-shaped fragment of Sabrina's brain. Trashcan-hatted fragment of Sabrina's brain thinks we should at least have some issue with writing off our own existence. It's a pretty nice existence after all, all things considered. Nobody should be glad for cession of existence, even if it's the most moral choice in a given situation. It indicates a nasty lack of self-worth. If Sabrina knows she could save everyone at the cost of her existance, and there is no other way after an extensive search for another way, she'd do so, to be honest. But any such decision ought to be reluctant. It may be the right choice, but it would still suck. Not only do her friends kinda like her around, Sabrina kinda likes existing. (at least should) And that's a point a lot of people never seem to bring up here whenever self-sacrifice comes up. The meta reasons why that may be aside, this quote exemplifies a sense I've been getting that the thread tends to value the other characters over Sabrina herself, and that can't be good for the poor girl's sense of self-worth.

Rambled a bit there. But eh, I had a point at some point.


*Grabs hand before it reaches her* Don't. Slap. My. Sister.
The random roleplaying hath returned! That banner was starting to feel a bit useless, good that you guys gave it a purpose again.

Speaking of banners, I miss the old one. It was something people on the internet in general need to read at least once a day.
 
Speak for yourself, Sabrina-shaped fragment of Sabrina's brain. Trashcan-hatted fragment of Sabrina's brain thinks we should at least have some issue with writing off our own existence. It's a pretty nice existence after all, all things considered. Nobody should be glad for cession of existence, even if it's the most moral choice in a given situation. It indicates a nasty lack of self-worth. If Sabrina knows she could save everyone at the cost of her existance, and there is no other way after an extensive search for another way, she'd do so, to be honest. But any such decision ought to be reluctant. It may be the right choice, but it would still suck. Not only do her friends kinda like her around, Sabrina kinda likes existing. (at least should) And that's a point a lot of people never seem to bring up here whenever self-sacrifice comes up. The meta reasons why that may be aside, this quote exemplifies a sense I've been getting that the thread tends to value the other characters over Sabrina herself, and that can't be good for the poor girl's sense of self-worth.

Rambled a bit there. But eh, I had a point at some point.



The random roleplaying hath returned! That banner was starting to feel a bit useless, good that you guys gave it a purpose again.

Speaking of banners, I miss the old one. It was something people on the internet in general need to read at least once a day.
Sabrina does consider her reason for existing to be trying to make things better. It's a character trait that makes for interesting interactions-plus for Mami's sake at least is actively beneficial- and can be useful in terms of winning people over. Not like she doesn't have her indulgences on the side...
 
I also would greatly prefer if Sabrina survived all this and kept existing as she is. But if a self-sacrifice is necessary, then it's necessary. I really hope not, though. That would be really tragic and suck immensely.

The thing is, Homura and Mami kind of count on her for emotional support. Not to mention the sheer number of people relying on her grief cleansing. Getting killed off or ceasing to exist would be tantamount to abandoning all of them.
 
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Speak for yourself, Sabrina-shaped fragment of Sabrina's brain. Trashcan-hatted fragment of Sabrina's brain thinks we should at least have some issue with writing off our own existence. It's a pretty nice existence after all, all things considered. Nobody should be glad for cession of existence, even if it's the most moral choice in a given situation. It indicates a nasty lack of self-worth. If Sabrina knows she could save everyone at the cost of her existance, and there is no other way after an extensive search for another way, she'd do so, to be honest. But any such decision ought to be reluctant. It may be the right choice, but it would still suck. Not only do her friends kinda like her around, Sabrina kinda likes existing. (at least should) And that's a point a lot of people never seem to bring up here whenever self-sacrifice comes up. The meta reasons why that may be aside, this quote exemplifies a sense I've been getting that the thread tends to value the other characters over Sabrina herself, and that can't be good for the poor girl's sense of self-worth.
Well, I'd originally been speaking personally, but then I realized that such a distinction apparently doesn't matter when it comes to this quest. :rolleyes:

To speak to the matter in how I see it for Sabrina--
Sabrina does consider her reason for existing to be trying to make things better.
--or Ugolino can say it before I do, that works too.

Sabrina values the others above herself. She'll gladly puts herself at risk to help them, sacrifices her time to help people she's never met, and so on.

Does Sabrina have a poor sense of self-worth? Absolutely. Every magical girl does. There's a quote from one of SF Debris's reviews that seems applicable here -- "If you can't save anyone, what good are you?"

EDIT: I'd like to point out that "save everyone" kinda includes making sure that disappearing doesn't make things fall apart immediately.
 
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If Sabrina has to solve things by disappearing, then we might as well have just stuck with Madokami ending.

Fuck that.
 
I'm perfectly okay with a Sabrinakami ending, tbh. It's the self-sacrificing overtones that annoy me.
 
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