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My child. You have been with Me for so long.
[There is no emotion behind it, no longing or sadness or appreciation. It is just a fact. The figure's outline becomes stronger and more familiar, soon materializing into Sarah, the High Priestess of Dyster.]
Why, now, do your thoughts stray from My guidance?
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it feels too... empty? no, that's not it. it feels alive. this isn't a memory, or a movie, or a manga she read way back when. she knows, somehow, that this is something she is meant to see. so when sarah finally materializes - when her eyes focus for long enough to see that face from so long ago - madoka understands just what it is that's happening.
this is no dream. ]
I... [ for a brief and panicked moment, she considers lying. but that wouldn't do her any good, would it? and besides, there are things she's wanted to ask her for a long time now. (over a year and a half now, some small part of brain reminds her.) so she swallows down the terror and the nausea in her throat, looks to the woman, and speaks. ] I don't know. I think, maybe... maybe I haven't been as close to You as You thought.
[ and for a moment, she considers leaving it there. but there's something else that's been nagging at her mind, something she's been considering for almost a year and half now. and this may be the only time she can bring herself to ask it.
she steps forward, clutches her hands at her sides, and continues. ]
You... you want to keep us here, right? All of us monsters.
[ the pendant sarah gave her lies flat against her chest, its cold weight as soothing as ever. ]
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I brought you here to do with this world as you please. It is unfortunate that not everyone realizes this...
[Though Sarah makes no discernible movement, a hand gently brushes Madoka's hair -- an almost maternal gesture.]
Now, My pet. Tell Me what it is that you desire the most.
[Is it a rhetorical question? An omniscient god would already know the answer, wouldn't she? Perhaps she's just more amused when her pet acknowledges it of her own will.]
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I want...
[ she closes her eyes - takes a deep breath in, sighs a deep breath out, and nuzzles up into the sensation after a moment's hesitation. ]
I want the strength to be able to do the right thing, even if it hurts me to do it. [ any hesitation is gone now. she opens her eyes and meets sarah's, a forlorn sort of smile spreading across her face. ] We don't always agree on what that is. I don't know if we ever will. But I've seen what Elias does to the people who believe him. And I've heard the things he says to the people that listen.
[ her gaze doesn't falter from the gold's gray eyes. after all, she knows whatever power she has can't possibly hurt the being. she reaches up to her neck, gently tugging out the necklace the woman gave her in her first few months here, and lets it rest in plain view. ]
You... even if you've done terrible things, you gave us a second chance. You protected us. You protected me. [ how else can she explain the safety she's felt here? how else can she explain how so much has happened to mami, and so little has happened to her? ] And I... I don't think you've lied to us. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's what I believe.
[ she clutches the pendant and closes her eyes. like this, it's like the woman is right here with her - like sarah is running her cool, kind fingers through her hair. like sarah is watching over her. ]
So the thing I want most is to help you. Without fear or regrets.
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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.
HELL YEAH
it's like... it's like every last bit of uncertainty has been ripped from her body. the pit at the bottom of her stomach, the tension in her muscles, all of it completely gone. and then sarah is walking forward and hugging her close, and the cool touch of the fog is enveloping her completely.
it's like when mama used to hug her close, when she was even smaller than she is now. ]
Mm. Me too. [ she brings her spindly arms up, gently embracing the other woman back. even if her skin couldn't possibly burn a god, even if sarah's body feels almost as cold as her own, she doesn't want to hurt her. ] Just tell me what I can do, and I'll do it. Okay? I'll do whatever it takes to help you.
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[The wind picks up into a gale- and just like that, Sarah is gone, leaving only a voice on the wind.]
Sing the praises of my name. Bring others to me, so that they may know truth. Do this, and you will raise me to further glory.