[ madoka simply stands there as homura finally lashes out, that same expression of shock on her face the entire time. she manages to avoid moving a muscle until homura's turned around - but after that, her stomach twists, and no amount of trying will get rid of the bile rising in her throat or the tears she's trying to hold back.
homura tried to warn them. and now? sayaka is dead. kyouko is dead. mami is dead. and it's all because none of them believed her.
she chokes back sobs and hiccups as she tries to speak. ]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Homura-chan, we didn't- we didn't listen, and because of that, Sayaka's- and Kyouko, and- and Mami-
[ and at that point, all semblance of coherency leaves. her knees buckle as all the fatigue of the past twenty-four hours hits her at once, and she covers her face with her hands as she sinks down to the floor. it doesn't make a bit of difference whether she's standing or not, really; all that's making its way out now is a muffled, miserable wail.
three of four friends are dead, and the only one remaining isn't the person she remembers. she's never felt lonelier than this in her life. ]