[Homura's torn between storming off to somewhere private, to not deal with this, and staying here to repeat her words, to make Madoka realize just how much she screwed up everything, as frustrating as it may be, when those words register in her brain.
But there's no way she could have heard that right. She hasn't told a soul about that past, those characteristics she shed to be more efficient, to waste less time, to remake herself into someone strong enough to survive however long it would take. She had to have misheard something.] What...?
[She steels her voice as best as she can for now, though all it manages to do is get louder rather than anything smoother. But still she looks away, only tilting her head to the side, her tear-streaked face obscured by her sidelocks.] ...What did you say?