" That boy wants nothing more than revenge, and will sacrifice whatever it takes.

I had a goal similar to that. You know this. These things don't change. "

" That won't work. When someone has their heart set on something, they won't change.

And guiding new magical girls? It seems you've forgotten what we're made for. Haven't you, Mami? "

" When someone is going out of their way to destroy my hard work. . . Yes, I will antagonize and dissuade them. "

Man fuck that guy.

Watch yourself, magical boy. And try not to let your 'gift' go to your head. "

She slowly began to walk away.

" Sadly. . . I don't think even I can do that.

And you. You're a dangerous one, blinded by their own delusions of grandeur.

The only reason I haven't rended your head from your body is that it would upset Madoka. "

a snap. a nearby streetlight splitting in half.

" Like that.

Sadly, she does what she pleases. I will steer her in a direction, she'll run the opposite.

I've worked far too hard just for the likes of you to have it crumble down once more.

My perfect timeline brought to ashes from a boy selfish and lusting for power, doesn't sit right to me.

Very well.

I don't care what happens to you. But if something happens to Madoka. . .

You're dead before you can even turn into a witch.

Perhaps. . . but are you ready for the consequences that come with them?

So he fell for Kyubei's ruse as well. . .

Sigh. Another problem for us.

" I see. . .

I suppose there's another problem to take care of, then. "

" Does it? "

A brow raised.

" That. . . thing is a monster.

One that turns girls into puppets for it's own strings. "

" I'm not going to miss it again. "

man fuck kyubei.

" I am. . . willing to celebrate. "

blowing a party horn.

' I wonder how Homura's doing? '

" I don't. . . "

She's sighing. Before grabbing her by the shoulders.

" Do you know where she is—? "

' I wonder how Homura's doing? '

She would fiddle with her hair. A tint of red on her face.

" I still don't believe you. . . but your demeanor isn't that of an alternate. "

" Hm. . . "

She would look to the side. Seems she expected a clear answer.

" Madoka. "

" Hm. . .

Let's see.

How did you become a witch? "

" It is a plague. "

She would glare.

" How about you. "

" I should be asking you the same question.

Perhaps. . . A question about ourselves. Only we would know. "

" Sayaka.

. . . It's. Good to see you. "

Another was killed. . .

Unfortunate.

I hope Madoka's at least doing okay. . .