[Unable to ignore the distance between them, Homura takes in that unsettled look, afraid to ask. It's almost certainly not the Madoka who was here. But on top of that, whether or not the girl knows her, she doesn't seem to recognize her. Perhaps it's another Madoka who only knows that other her, the her of that other future who she has only ever heard about, the Homura who continued to suffer, the Homura who closed herself off from all her friends in order to fulfill her wish.
Continuing to place no distance between them in her mode of address, Homura speaks up after a long moment.]
Madoka... Y-You don't recognize me like this, do you...?
[Not waiting for a reply, she slowly reaches up to her red-rimmed glasses, pulling them off her face by the frame, praying for at least some sign of recognition as she looks to the blur of Madoka's face.]
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Continuing to place no distance between them in her mode of address, Homura speaks up after a long moment.]
Madoka... Y-You don't recognize me like this, do you...?
[Not waiting for a reply, she slowly reaches up to her red-rimmed glasses, pulling them off her face by the frame, praying for at least some sign of recognition as she looks to the blur of Madoka's face.]