[And for a moment, Madoka feels her knees threatening to give out from under her. The horrible rush of panic, that paralyzing fear of Homura being stuck as a witch, it's all soothed by her friend's warmth. Madoka hadn't known what she would do if Homura was impossible to save. She's so glad that she doesn't have to know either.
Still. She can't go collapsing in the middle of public. Her hug loosens to be something less urgent.]
That was so scary. I thought we'd been separated again.
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[And for a moment, Madoka feels her knees threatening to give out from under her. The horrible rush of panic, that paralyzing fear of Homura being stuck as a witch, it's all soothed by her friend's warmth. Madoka hadn't known what she would do if Homura was impossible to save. She's so glad that she doesn't have to know either.
Still. She can't go collapsing in the middle of public. Her hug loosens to be something less urgent.]
That was so scary. I thought we'd been separated again.