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Homura looked around her, horrified. She could barely recognise the landscape, the ruins looked nothing like the city she had spent the last few months – the last few years – in. Everything was different - darker, destroyed, ruined. Madoka was standing in the middle of this battlefield and she suddenly felt like crying when she understood what her friend had done. Homura had failed. Again. She would never manage to save her. It was her fault. Trying was useless.
Madoka walked to her and took her hands to her lips, kissing them softly as she closed her eyes.
“I'll fix it, Homura-chan.”