( she takes in a big breath, her shoulders rising and falling like waves. ) I know something that you don't know, too. ( that she's right. not just correct, but right, that the truth is this world needs to end and until it does, until that moment, until homura finally understands it too — well, that's why she's here, isn't it? )
But… ( she forces her fingers to unclench. ) I didn't come here to fight today.
( she flinches, straightens her back, at homura's correct assumptions; growing stiff and lifting her chin, groping towards defiance, no-way melding with so-what-if-you-are? she can't help but lean back slightly when homura gets too close, but she squares her shoulder and forces herself to use the few centimetres she has over her to her advantage; she's physically the stronger, she tells herself. )
I'm not afraid of anything you could do to me. ( she says, straightening again, shifting herself slightly towards homura, widening your stance. ) Even if you killed me, I'm already supposed to be dead. Even if you made me forget, I'd remember. There's nothing you can do to make me change my mind! ( the bluster, the threat, whatever it may be — the funny part about saying things, sayaka has found, is that it becomes easier to do them once they're said, the act of speaking closing off roads to doubt or hesitation. )
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