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[ homura ] (resetting) wrote in silverage,

She was prepared to respond to the first things Rose had said - the discomfort at being asked to use a perfect stranger's first name, and having her own name used, but people always said the West was informal like that. And. Really, of all the things she could complain of, this was so low on her list. She was still cupping the tea in her hands; she was about to tell Rose what year she came from, but the words stilled in her mouth.

1964.

Her mouth even hung a little open as she stared at Rose; Homura didn't even fully process that Rose was from several years in her past, because the bizarreness of the situation was only intensifying. That explained the weird garments, the huge car, things she had written off to the strangeness of the west or to this all being an elaborate barrier with a very meticulous witch waiting in the heart of it, somewhere. (There still could be, she supposed, but the thought was meek and small and easily overwhelmed by her shock.) "Nineteen.... sixty four? That's… but that's sixty years ago," there was no way she could have jumped back sixty years. Could she jump forward again? Could her power take her home? She'd never gone forward before. Her eyes were still wide; she let out a breath and tipped her head back a little. "That's so long," she finally declared. "I won't even be born for... I'm not even alive in this century. I'm from 2015."