Homulilly stands alone in her barrier, watching the little screens float about. Each one played a painful memory of the past about the one who meant the world to her. Why did she continue to bear the pain and watch everything play before her eyes? All it did was hurt and show her how much of a failure she was. She was unable to save her and now… Now, she was a monster.
She wondered, if she too was a monster, just like her.
Suddenly, Homulilly felt a presence enter inside her barrier. She glances behind her to see who it was.
“…Who is it?”
She spots the pink haired girl that was standing before her. Her eyes widen when she realizes who this girl was. Usually, she would see a silhouette of her running around her barrier, keeping her company.
But this time, it wasn’t a silhouette. It wasn’t a dream nor was it an illusion.
The girl standing before her was real.
And she was not a monster like her.
“…What are you doing here?” She asks the pink haired girl. She didn’t want to say her name. Just thinking about her caused her grief and her guilt skyrocketed.
“I thought… I couldn’t… I…” Homulilly was at a loss for words. Here she was, Kaname Madoka, standing before her, okay and well.
And yet, she had become a monster.
The depths of this Barrier radiated pain and despair. Nothing but sadness. It wasn’t even trying to play at being happy, unlike the cheerful dessert or floral themed Barriers she had wandered in before.
And she knew who this was. She recalled the Homura that was not from her timeline, but visited pretty often, telling her that Homulily existed, and that meant she could only end in failure.
Here she was.
Madoka took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She started to walk forward slowly, her bow gripped loosely in her hands.
“Homura-chan. Don’t worry Homura-chan…I’m okay.”
She bit her lip briefly before continuing.
“Have you been lonely in here by yourself?”