wheel; the fifth
[backdated to some time after this]
Hey.
How're you doing? Not too great when I'm not there with you, eh? [she laughs, but it it's not the kind of sound an amused person would make] It wasn't the best when I was, either, so I guess you aren't missing out!
...
I still [wish] would rather you're here, rather than back [home? a world not worth protecting isn't her home] where we came from.
You've been hurt enough because of this whole magic business. I know part of -- oh, who am I kidding -- a lot of it was my fault.
[and she knows that if Madoka returns to the castle one day, she'd be faced with a reminder of that in Oktavia von Seckendorff Miki Sayaka, failure extraordinaire, alive (as much as her kind could be considered alive) and well (as much as being made to take this weak human form and name again could be considered well).
and she knows that Madoka would come to her as a friend, nevertheless.
and she loathes herself even more for it]
You don't deserve that. You never did.
[except she can't stop Madoka from being hurt anymore, not when she's dead and incapable of fixing any of the trouble she caused or protecting her from what might come.
that's homurambo's job now, like it always has been; Sayaka just isn't aware of the fact]
I'm here. I don't know why...Kyouko died with me, yet she's gone too. Maybe it's 'cos I got here later than her. The reason doesn't matter. I'll wait for you.
[she is in no position to say anything like "although this place sucks, we'll pull through if we stick together," when she can't be good enough to make that happen for sure, so she simply goes with:]
Until next time.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
How're you doing? Not too great when I'm not there with you, eh? [she laughs, but it it's not the kind of sound an amused person would make] It wasn't the best when I was, either, so I guess you aren't missing out!
...
I still [wish] would rather you're here, rather than back [home? a world not worth protecting isn't her home] where we came from.
You've been hurt enough because of this whole magic business. I know part of -- oh, who am I kidding -- a lot of it was my fault.
[and she knows that if Madoka returns to the castle one day, she'd be faced with a reminder of that in Oktavia von Seckendorff Miki Sayaka, failure extraordinaire, alive (as much as her kind could be considered alive) and well (as much as being made to take this weak human form and name again could be considered well).
and she knows that Madoka would come to her as a friend, nevertheless.
and she loathes herself even more for it]
You don't deserve that. You never did.
[except she can't stop Madoka from being hurt anymore, not when she's dead and incapable of fixing any of the trouble she caused or protecting her from what might come.
that's homurambo's job now, like it always has been; Sayaka just isn't aware of the fact]
I'm here. I don't know why...Kyouko died with me, yet she's gone too. Maybe it's 'cos I got here later than her. The reason doesn't matter. I'll wait for you.
[she is in no position to say anything like "although this place sucks, we'll pull through if we stick together," when she can't be good enough to make that happen for sure, so she simply goes with:]
Until next time.
I'm sorry.