(Madoka sharply inhales as that firm grip takes her, the girl recoiling and turning away from him. She can't run and she knows it. She's going to die right here, in this room, far from her family, her friends, far from anyone who could intervene. It's only her and him. And it's becoming very clear which of them will be leaving this room.
And yet...her hope doesn't falter. Not when he's right up against her, not when the key is a mere moment away from plunging into her like the Sword of Damocles. Madoka tightly shuts her eyes.)
That's not true! Hope is never pointless. It...it isn't...
(Even now, when her demise is imminent. Her statement is one she'll stand by even after death.)
no subject
And yet...her hope doesn't falter. Not when he's right up against her, not when the key is a mere moment away from plunging into her like the Sword of Damocles. Madoka tightly shuts her eyes.)
That's not true! Hope is never pointless. It...it isn't...
(Even now, when her demise is imminent. Her statement is one she'll stand by even after death.)