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Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you.
As long as you remember her, you are not alone.
The world experienced a moment of breathtaking silence. It came to the girls in the alleyway, the wreckage of two souls between them; it came to the girls staring, surprised, at the being sitting on the windowsill of their classroom. It came to the girls fighting for their lives – the shining stars of light in the darkness, and the twisted, pitiful embers of those stars writhing in their self-inflicted hells. It came to the dying girls, the girls on the verge of breaking, and soothed their hearts and souls. Like a gentle caress, the warm embrace of a mother, the kiss of an early summer breeze…
If you told me it was wrong to harbor hope, I would say that that is wrong.
I would say it as many times as I had to.
The thick dark clouds overhead, Kyoen City’s constant oppressors for several weeks, blew apart all at once in a massive blast of force from the west. As the final shreds flew away over the horizon, the brilliant blue sky overhead became visible. People looking to the west glimpsed the remnants of a shining spear of light that had pierced the sky from below, and in the streets, murmurs of conversation began to rise up as people stopped and wondered at it.
Silence fell again as the voice swept across the world – a young girl, trembling with fear and determination, spoke, defying fate itself. Her voice resounded through the sky, and those who heard her felt their worries lessen. Salarymen on their way home from work sat a little straighter on the train; children tossing and turning in their sleep smiled.
I won’t let your wishes end in despair.
Her voice was not a physical sensation, but a thought. The universe hummed with it.
None of you will haunt anyone, or curse anyone. I’ll take your fates onto myself.
In a filthy alley in Imaizumi Ward's shipping district, Sasaki Akira held Murasaki Shizuka tightly, the crushed remnants of Shizuka's Soul Gem pressed between them. “I’m so sorry,” Akira murmured, kissing the top of Shizuka’s head. “I’m here now… you don’t have to be afraid anymore…” Shizuka, speechless, clutched at her in response.
Akira looked up at the girl floating nearby – Kaname Madoka. The name entered her mind as she opened her mouth, and immediately, she understood the wish she had made. Tears blurred her vision, and she held Shizuka tighter. “Thank you,” she murmured. “Thank you, Madoka. For everything...”
The girl smiled – a pure, innocent smile – and laid her hands on the girls’ heads. “You two are cute together,” she said. Then she closed her eyes. The light radiating from her body intensified, and...
The sun set on Kyoen City, putting an end to yet another day. None of the pedestrians walking home that night noticed a slight gloom in the air as the horizon darkened and the streetlights flickered on. If they had, they would have written it off as a trick of the fading light. Even those who could not see it, however, felt a slight uneasiness as the mist wove its way between people and into their eyes, ears and clothes. They rubbed their arms and huddled down, eager to get home and escape the unseasonable summer chill.
On a rooftop far above the city center, a small white creature sat and surveyed the pedestrians far below. To his reflective red eyes, some of them glowed brightly against the darkness, which was as visible to him as the clouds overhead would be to anyone else. “The miasma is thick tonight
,” he commented to no one in particular. “I suppose we’d better get started