[No. It is. That itching feeling something was wrong...It wasn't Madoka's Soul Gem.
No. It was confusion.
Her chest tightens, a nauseated feeling building in her, her face contorted in horror among the tears as she turns back to face those pink eyes.
This is wrong, no, it can't...]
You couldn't--
[But she could.
Timeline manipulation. Their technology or magic or what does it matter, it brought people from countless realities here, didn't it? Different Earths, different planets, maybe different years too. And here's a girl in front of her, one who should be dead, plucked away from her abandoned timeline.
Those abandoned timelines are only something that she should know about, their weight on her back, reminders of what she had to do and failed. But now someone's messed with one of them. Someone changing her failures, someone grasping a doomed girl from her fate destroying the world she loved or as shards of a dead rock scattered in a ruined cityscape.
She chokes out some more words] -- you remember.... What do you remember?