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[ homura ] (resetting) wrote in silverage,

Mingle? What was she talking about? Did they go to parties and get along with aliens and share cocktails? Homura found it hard to imagine getting along very well with an alien species, but then again, her sole experience with aliens was that one. Who… had been easy to get along with, at least at the beginning. When she'd thought he was her friend. But she was young enough (and naive enough) that Rose's teasing tone went right over her head. She'd missed out on a lot of that, spending so much time in a hospital bed or a recovery room – sex jokes, by and large, went directly over her head.

"That's a long time." She paused; she could say something consoling, but what was there to say? It was, indeed, a long time, but time had become muddled for her; moving through it, through the same stretches of it over and over and over, time had become measurable in a different way to her. And she thought her consolation might have been insufficient; consoling wasn't really her strong suit.

She took another sip of the tea, and looked down into it. She was starting to worry, now––worry about practical things she'd never thought about. Where to live. Where to get food. Not just how to get home - she didn't think her reset would work, here, since she was before the time she'd met Madoka, and besides, if a time machine that was more broadly capable of moving in time than hers couldn't get out…