It really feels endless sometimes, that girl's kindness. It's the kind of kindness that would make the world itself bloom were it as rose-colored as the girl's eyes, were it not used time and time again to hurt her, to inflict a cruel tragedy that is the life Homura knows well. Even knowing nothing, Madoka always had kindness, each and every time. She tried reaching out, she tried to save doomed Sayaka each time. She sacrificed herself time after time for people she never could have known, who wouldn't have been angry if she had run away.
It's foolish. It's naive. It's doomed her time and time again.
But it's undoubtedly Madoka. There is no doubt.
But regardless, Homura can't just stay like this forever. Even with no clue what to do, she has to do something. To protect both of them.
Blinking away tears, she speaks up finally, quietly, a little more steadily.]
We can't stay here like this. It isn't safe. [Not exposed as she is now. There are too many eyes. She doesn't like that some of them might be ruby red ones either.]