♥ 01 ♥ [VIDEO]

[gretchensong]

[ The feed starts on a very nervous looking Madoka. She fidgets and adjusts the mirror and finally gives it a weak smile. ]

Ah... hello! It's, um. This is so, so strange. I was doing something else, and then! I'm suddenly here. I don't really understand what's going on... so I was wondering if, um, if maybe someone could help me...?

[ And anxiety quickly seeps into her voice: ]

... I need to go back home. As soon as I can. ...Please, if anyone is listening to this... help me go home before anything else. It's very important. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't.

Thank you.

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[gretchensong]

[ She smiles sheepishly and fidgets with her hands, looking away from Homura's face. That pained look feels so bad. ]

Yeah... I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. If it isn't, um... if it isn't too much trouble, Homura--

[ And it feels bizarre to call her that, because this girl doesn't act anything like her. ]

-- can you explain what's going on...? You look like Homura mostly. And your voice is the same. But... Homura acted much differently.

Or should I say the Homura I know... like how I was here before, but it wasn't me, because I don't remember any of it...

[heartovertime]

[Madoka's statement of not remembering being here confirms Homura's suspicions. She was already prepared for that to come, at least somewhat, but it still is difficult to hear. Homura's eyes sink to the side for a moment before turning back to make eye contact, maintaining a calm countenance as best as she can.] That's right...

I'm sorry if it's confusing but... The me that you knew, Madoka... that Homura is me, but different too. She is -- was -- the future me.

[She pauses there to let Madoka think that over before continuing.] ...I want to tell you everything, but... Maybe it would be better to tell it inside. Would that be okay...? [On top of getting out of the cold, it might buy her some time to think of how to explain it again as well as maybe talk about the past several months.]

[gretchensong]

[ Madoka nods, mind turning. Yes. Inside. The future, and the past. She remembers the searching way Homura had looked at her when she'd shown up at her home, wet with rain and her tears.

Voice soft and eyes smiling, she says: ]

Yeah... inside is good. It's chilly out here. So let's go.

[heartovertime]

[Homura half-forces a bit more of a smile, a kind her future self would never show.]

It's just this way a bit...it'll be nice and warm inside.

[She reaches for Madoka's hand out of habit, stopping midway, the arm freezing in hesitation. They had held hands so many times, Homura and the Madoka who had been here, it's essentially second nature to her to make this sort of motion. But she realizes that Madoka might have no similar feelings on joining hands, especially knowing how cold her future self had been to everyone. Not without knowing the story, not without finding out the truth. Her face shows this hesitancy fairly clearly.]