[The fog curls around the girl as she speaks, and the fog god hears all that is unspoken. But what Madoka voices is the most important want. Sarah smiles.]

Ah, My child. This wish I will grant you easily.

[The wind picks up, chilling the mindscape and whipping the fog with it. The agitated fog seems to be dragged aimlessly until it converges on a single target -- the necklace. It funnels and spirals downward, filling the silver pendant until the trapped fog coalesces into a pearl, which glows briefly in the darkness before settling.]

Wear this, as you always have. Wear this proudly and continue to serve Me, and you need never fear retribution. You will always have the strength to speak and to act. To spread My truth.

[At last Sarah steps forward and embraces the girl, gently combing her fingers through her hair as she whispers one final thought.]

I am glad you have returned to Me.