Homura had spoken without looking at the person next to her, so certain that they wouldn't be any of the people she was looking for. Madoka. Kyoko. Sayaka. Mami. She hadn't seen any of them at the station, and so, determined she was alone, Homura hadn't bothered to look.
Until that familiar voice rings out, and for the first time since boarding the train, actual emotion crosses Homura's expression. Shock.
She opens her arms just in time to catch Madoka, and curls into her in relief. "Madoka," she murmurs, face buried in her friend's shoulder. "You're here."
In their own universe, once Homura had awoken in that shielded prison, she'd stolen just a tiny piece of Madoka's immense presence. The concept of hope still existed, the Law of Cycles was intact, but Homura had splintered off a tiny piece of Madoka's existence and gave that splinter... a normal life. And Homura had watched as she'd gone back to her family, and had laughed and played and lived with them, and nothing could give her greater joy. Madoka, the rest of the quintet, living normal, happy lives. She'd had to condemn her soul to darkness to do it, and Homura didn't regret it in the slightest.
But what is this new city? Did she do this? She doesn't know, but she can figure it out with Madoka by her side. Everything suddenly seems manageable.
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Until that familiar voice rings out, and for the first time since boarding the train, actual emotion crosses Homura's expression. Shock.
She opens her arms just in time to catch Madoka, and curls into her in relief. "Madoka," she murmurs, face buried in her friend's shoulder. "You're here."
In their own universe, once Homura had awoken in that shielded prison, she'd stolen just a tiny piece of Madoka's immense presence. The concept of hope still existed, the Law of Cycles was intact, but Homura had splintered off a tiny piece of Madoka's existence and gave that splinter... a normal life. And Homura had watched as she'd gone back to her family, and had laughed and played and lived with them, and nothing could give her greater joy. Madoka, the rest of the quintet, living normal, happy lives. She'd had to condemn her soul to darkness to do it, and Homura didn't regret it in the slightest.
But what is this new city? Did she do this? She doesn't know, but she can figure it out with Madoka by her side. Everything suddenly seems manageable.