[Action forever]
[Awful? Homura closes her eyes briefly at that comment. As if this place was a hell. No, it's merely a limbo, waiting in front of that return to hell, to descend and fight through it as long as she has to. It's a frustration, yes, but not truly agonizing as watching her one friend die over and over.]
It's fine.
[And she reopens them. But with that, it's too late for Homura to say anything more, the glint of silver and the tiny pink gemstone catching her eye from those interlocked fingers.
The reaction isn't immediate, but it certainly accelerates as that vital piece of information sets in. Her face pales even more compared to her already light skin, wide open violet eyes caught on those fingers, no magical "hardware" able to make that sinking feeling in her gut go away. Nor is her look of horror any diminished by having to replay this scene again and again.
Her voice strains, no longer like a placid, frozen lake but now ice cracking with strain.] Madoka, you didn't...!