( for less than a second, she wants to say then go ahead and end this world, make it a challenge, give it a bite — but she pushes it back, her shoulders pulling up and in, keeping the words from coming out. no, that's not what she's here for.

she can't sit still anymore, she jumps to her feet, placing the can on the ledge and leaping forward, past homura, sure-footed on the gravel, turning and swinging back around. be like madoka. be good, but it still comes out as an angry accusation; itching for a fight. ) We used to be a team. ( not friends, never friends, but she'd trusted homura to watch her back in a fight, and she'd fought as hard as she could to save her in the dream, and that's something, right? she keeps her fists clenched tight, she twists back around, away from homura, anxious and taut. )

You really think you're that much better than me? ( than everyone else? it's that cold arrogance, that apathy, that she really can't stand. )