"No," Mami says quietly. "No, it doesn't have to be that way. We fight for justice, Kyouko, because things can be better. I..." Mami's eyes flicker over to you for a split second. "I never- I never thought I'd have the chance to see you again, and yet, here we are."
"Should've kept it that way," Kyouko grunts. "What, you forget how disappointed you were with me?"
"I was disappointed with what you were saying," Mami whispers. Her voice is quiet. Almost pleading. "But you... you never really meant it, did you?"
"Mean it?" Kyouko barks out a bitter laugh. "People died. I didn't save them."
"And now?" Mami persists, but you can see her shoulders slumping a little. Because Kyouko, damn her prickly street urchin facade, hates herself, and she can't stop digging.
Kyouko doesn't answer, a muscle twitching in her jaw as she looks away, too.
"I-" Mami swallows, taking another step forward. "Kyouko, I... whatever you've done, it's alright. We can- we can work something out. I-" Mami's voice cracks, and you can see her trying to blink back tears. "I'm sorry, Kyouko. I'm sorry I- I wasn't enough to help, back then. Please- please. I just want my friend back."
Kyouko hunches her shoulders, mutely shaking her head. "There's a place for people like me, Mami. Go home."