Are you kidding me? No way. ( she says, rather unthinkingly, because it's true and she's a little surprised she has to say it. she doesn't apologise after, although she does fall silent, realising that that might have been somewhat thoughtless, that she should explain, that she has no idea how.

there had been a time, brief, not long ago, where she had cared for homura. had had sympathy. after all, sayaka had once also been a witch. but… well, but. but then, she'd ruined everything, torn it and twisted it, and she can't and won't forgive that, and will never like her, not even for a second. and yet — it's up to her, somehow, isn't it? to, to fix things, to find a way, to do what madoka would do (but she can't, and she won't, because she is not that good of a person!), and between 'fight homura to the death' and 'avoid her forever' there has to be a third choice somewhere.

she cracks open her can of coffee and takes a gulp, the bitter taste causing her to wince. )

But Sayaka-chan has decided to visit with you anyway! ( she says, bluster again, because it's easier and better to hide behind a wall of good cheer. ) After all, we're similar now.