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[ homura ] (resetting) wrote in silverage,

She didn't need comfort; she didn't need––but even if she didn't need it, there was something about having someone close by, someone to console her, that… Oh, hell, she didn't know, it was complicated and confusing, just like everything over the last several minutes had been, but at least it wasn't a car trying to hit her. So she stiffened at the touch on her shoulder, but didn't flinch away. "I'm from Japan," she nodded, a bit numbly. "Mitakihara. It's not all that far from Kyoto."

It was easy to convey the information, while she looked out across the street. She took a breath, and then looked back at Rose and shook her head a little. "And I don't think you're crazy. Time machines exist," she declared, matter-of-factly. If this girl's friend had a time machine, she'd know it any way. And that was making Homura curious about Rose, more than she'd been before. What kind of time machine was it? How did it work? How had he gotten it? She finally raised the cup of tea to her lips and took a tentative sip; it overrode the questions for a moment. The taste was different, tangier than she was used to and stronger; Mami had liked Western teas, and Homura could remember several occasions (or several repeats of the same occasion) where she'd sat at Mami's table and sipped tea a little bit like this. It wasn't just the tea that connected Rose and Mami in Homura's mind - it was that compassion, that pat on the shoulder and attempt to reach out and help a complete stranger.

"How does it work?" She asked, after a moment. It was a better conversation topic than you remind me of a dead friend or I really need to repay you for this tea but I don't have any American money. "The time machine, I mean. Does it let you go to any time you want?" That would have been useful - to have more control, not to merely be stuck in the same month, but to be able to… what? Her brain was still wrapped around the problem of Kyubey, Madoka, and at first all she could think of another sort of time machine was that maybe there would be a way to use it to fix the situation. Which wouldn't be much use at all, if she was actually stuck in a completely different time and place.