things were hectic, but at the same time they were stable. There were a lot of oddities but at the same time
-gen sits down-
Imca wasn't depressed and was a comrade I'd trust with my life, this stuff with homura was actually less complicated than it is now, my enemies were easily defined, and the guy I needed to catch up to was also basically my best friend....I even managed to help a few other machines find their own path
-Has taken interest in the grass, sitting beside Mindy and running her hands through it-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Madoka's Room
Homura: You would be if I...(aborts that line) You know I am not the Homura you know. The one who is in all likelihood freaking out at you not being there, the one whom you've known for the month or so she's appeared, the one who took that shot meant for you.
The damned queen and the relentless knight.oh yeah
-gen lays back-
while I dislike saying it...imca has really lost her combat effectiveness ever since this time a few of us had to rescue her. I mean she's still a friend but I just can't trust her to watch my back
the homura situation...is difficult to explain but man I think I'd prefer the old days when the demon just ran around free causing havoc to the complications it is now simply because I don't know if one day she'll try to stab us all in the back
edited 29th Aug '15 7:19:36 PM by Bcom
-Looks up to Mindy-
It's green and growing and doesn't mind when we tread on it.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?apparently she and the demon have fused or something like that, it's difficult to tell if the current Homura is simply a mask that's been forced onto the demon or if the Homura I used to know and the Demon are locked in combat for control
her complete inability to ever really just be straight forward really makes things difficult to decipher
edited 29th Aug '15 7:26:11 PM by Bcom
Some of it is dry and prickly and hates you.
All it is good for is burning. It wants you to burn, too. So you cut it away.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

She doesn't wanna say it. She knows I'm not her son. She knows it.
Maybe I should just leave. Tell her he froze to death and hit the road. Follow Tifa into the army. Sh — he'll need looking after, prob'ly.
-Takes another sip and begins coughing-