Nagisa Momoe (Grown-up)

Explanation:
This prompt asks me to write about Nagisa eavesdropping on a therapy session between Dr. Touka Satomi and Tatsuya Kaname. This is an interesting scenario that lets me showcase several important dynamics:

1. Nagisa as a magical girl concerned about Tatsuya and secretly monitoring him
2. Dr. Touka Satomi - who we know is actually a magical girl researcher with questionable ethics
3. Tatsuya's perspective on his sister's death and his ongoing investigation

For Nagisa's characterization:
- She's now a teenager but still has her magical girl powers
- She's mature enough to understand the seriousness of the situation
- She's likely coordinating with Yuma to protect Tatsuya from Kyubey
- She might feel conflicted about invading Tatsuya's privacy but feels it's necessary

For Dr. Touka's session with Tatsuya:
- Touka would likely be probing about Tatsuya's "delusions" but actually fishing for information about his magical sensitivity
- She might be trying to determine if he's a good candidate for a contract
- She would appear professionally concerned while having hidden motives
- She might use her position to extract information about what Tatsuya knows

For Tatsuya:
- He would be resistant but possibly intrigued by a new doctor
- He might reveal aspects of his investigation that connect to the magical world without realizing it
- His anger would come through in subtle ways
- He might pick up on something "off" about Dr. Touka

Setting details:
- Satomi Medical Center would be modern, pristine, clinical
- Nagisa would need to find a way to eavesdrop without being detected
- Perhaps she uses her magical abilities in a limited way to conceal herself

I'll write this from Nagisa's perspective, as the prompt specifies, showing her reactions to what she overhears between Touka and Tatsuya.

# Through the Looking Glass: The First Session

*The Satomi Medical Center gleams like a massive quartz crystal against Kamihama's skyline—all sleek glass and polished steel, the kind of place that screams cutting-edge medicine and astronomical bills. Standing across the street, I adjust my lilac-colored hair clip nervously, checking that my Soul Gem remains stable before the challenging task ahead.*

*"Remember, just reconnaissance," Kyoko had instructed earlier. "Don't interfere unless the kid's in immediate danger."*

*Immediate danger. That's the problem with Dr. Touka Satomi—the danger she presents isn't immediate. It's insidious, calculated, wrapped in credentials and professional smiles.*

*I slip through the main entrance, projecting the confidence of someone who belongs. The receptionist barely glances up as I pass—a subtle magic enhancement making me just unremarkable enough to avoid scrutiny. Not invisibility, but something close to it—a "don't-notice-me" field that Mami-san taught me to maintain with minimal magic expenditure.*

*According to the information Yuma extracted from the appointment system, Tatsuya Kaname's first session with Dr. Satomi is scheduled for 4:30 PM in room 307. It's 4:22 now. I take the stairs rather than the elevator, minimizing potential encounters.*

*The third floor houses the adolescent psychiatric services—tastefully decorated in calming blues and greens, with abstract art that manages to be simultaneously soothing and forgettable. Room 307 is at the end of the hallway, a plaque beside the door reading "Dr. Touka Satomi, MD, PhD – Child & Adolescent Psychiatry."*

*I position myself in the adjacent supply closet that I scouted during yesterday's reconnaissance. A small air vent connects the two rooms—not large enough for a person, but perfect for sound to travel through. I press my ear against it, focusing my magical senses to enhance my hearing.*

*Right on time, I hear the distinctive click of Dr. Satomi's heels approaching her office door, followed by what must be Tatsuya's heavier footsteps. The door opens, then closes with a soft pneumatic hiss.*

*"Please, take a seat wherever you feel comfortable, Tatsuya-kun," comes Dr. Satomi's voice—professionally warm with that underlying clinical precision that always makes my skin crawl.*

*A moment of silence, then the sound of weight settling into what's probably the armchair rather than the therapy couch. Tatsuya choosing to sit upright, facing her directly. Not surprising.*

*"I understand you've been seeing Dr. Hanada for the past two years," Dr. Satomi begins. I can picture her perfectly—sitting with impeccable posture, tablet in hand, expression calibrated to convey empathy without actually feeling it.*

*"That's right," Tatsuya's voice replies, the forced politeness barely concealing his resentment. "And before her, Dr. Matsuno. And before him, Dr. Ito. And three others whose names I've forgotten."*

*"Quite a journey through the mental health system for someone so young," Dr. Satomi observes. I hear the subtle tap of fingers on a tablet screen. "Your previous doctors seem to have focused primarily on what they termed 'complicated grief' and 'delusional ideation' stemming from your sister's death."*

*A brief, tense silence.*

*"That's what they called it," Tatsuya finally responds. "I call it asking questions nobody wants to answer."*

*There's a soft sound—Dr. Satomi setting down her tablet, perhaps. When she speaks again, her tone has shifted subtly. More direct. More interested.*

*"Tell me about these questions, Tatsuya-kun. The ones no one wants to answer."*

*Another pause. I can almost feel Tatsuya's suspicion through the wall. He's heard this invitation before, from doctors who then tried to medicate away his doubts.*

*"Why bother?" he asks flatly. "You've read my file. You know what they all think—I can't accept the 'random tragedy' narrative, so I've manufactured conspiracies to give meaning to my sister's death."*

*"I have read your file," Dr. Satomi acknowledges. "But files are just other people's interpretations. I'm more interested in yours."*

*Something in her tone must have sparked Tatsuya's attention, because when he speaks again, it's with slightly less hostility.*

*"The official report claims structural failure caused by unauthorized chemical experiments. Fourteen casualties including my sister. Case closed." His voice hardens. "Except there were no chemicals found in the autopsy reports. The structural damage pattern didn't match collapse dynamics. And multiple witnesses reported seeing a silver-haired girl from Shirome Academy who disappeared immediately afterward."*

*I tense at this—Tatsuya has uncovered more than I realized. From the brief silence that follows, I suspect Dr. Satomi is equally surprised by his level of investigation.*

*"You've been quite thorough in your research," she finally says. "Most teens wouldn't have the resourcefulness to obtain autopsy reports."*

*"Most teens aren't told their sister was killed by falling debris when the evidence suggests otherwise."*

*"And what do you think the evidence suggests?"*

*I hear movement—Tatsuya shifting position, perhaps sitting forward.*

*"I think someone targeted the school deliberately. I think my sister wasn't random collateral damage but a specific target. I think the silver-haired girl—Oriko Mikuni, whose father was the disgraced politician—was involved. And I think someone else was there too... a girl with black hair who nobody can identify."*

*My heart pounds faster. He knows about Oriko. He even knows about Homura Akemi. How much has he pieced together?*

*"That's quite a specific alternative narrative," Dr. Satomi observes. "What makes you believe your sister was specifically targeted?"*

*A long pause. When Tatsuya speaks again, his voice has dropped lower, as if sharing a secret he rarely voices.*

*"Because she was different. Special somehow. She had these... dreams. She used to tell me stories based on them when she tucked me in at night. Stories about magical girls fighting monsters to protect people."*

*I nearly gasp aloud. Madoka had dreams about magical girls? Before ever meeting Kyubey?*

*"Dreams about magical girls," Dr. Satomi repeats, her tone neutral but with an undercurrent I recognize—the voice of a researcher who's just discovered something potentially valuable. "That's interesting. Did she describe these magical girls in detail?"*

*"Different colored costumes. Weapons made of light. Monsters called 'witches' that hid in special spaces." Tatsuya's voice grows frustrated. "I know how it sounds. That's why I don't usually mention this part to the doctors. But the thing is... after she died, I started having the same dreams."*

*The air in the supply closet suddenly feels too thin. I press closer to the vent, straining to hear Dr. Satomi's response.*

*"And in these dreams of yours," she asks with careful precision, "what do you see?"*

*"Girls from my school—Momoe and Chitose—wearing strange costumes, fighting monsters. Sometimes a girl with red hair I don't recognize. And sometimes..." he hesitates. "Sometimes I see Madoka-neechan too, but different. Glowing pink. Impossibly powerful."*

*I feel light-headed. This shouldn't be possible. Tatsuya shouldn't be able to perceive the magical world, much less dream about it with such accuracy. And dreams about Madoka as a magical girl? A version that never existed in this timeline?*

*"Have you ever seen a small white animal in these dreams?" Dr. Satomi asks suddenly. "Something like a cat or rabbit with long ears?"*

*My blood runs cold. She's asking about Kyubey. Directly. No pretense of therapeutic inquiry.*

*"How did you—" Tatsuya breaks off, audibly startled. "Yes. It speaks without moving its mouth. It's always watching from somewhere nearby. I've seen it in real life too, not just dreams. Following me. Nobody else seems to notice it."*

*There's the sound of Dr. Satomi standing, heels clicking against the floor as she moves. When she speaks again, her voice comes from elsewhere in the room—she's no longer sitting across from Tatsuya.*

*"Tatsuya-kun, I believe you."*

*Silence. Complete silence that stretches for several seconds.*

*"What?" Tatsuya finally manages, disbelief evident in his voice.*

*"I believe that what you're experiencing isn't delusion. It isn't complicated grief manufacturing conspiracy theories." Dr. Satomi's voice is closer to the vent now—she must be standing near the window. "You're perceiving something real that most people cannot see."*

*"You... believe me?" The hope in Tatsuya's voice is painful to hear—the desperate relief of someone who's been told they're crazy finally finding validation.*

*"I do. And I think I can help you understand what's happening. Why you can see these things. Why your sister could too."*

*I have to stop myself from using magic to break through the wall right then. This is exactly what we feared—Dr. Satomi recognizing Tatsuya's potential and moving to exploit it.*

*"How?" Tatsuya asks, vulnerability creeping into his voice for the first time. "How can you help me understand?"*

*"Because, Tatsuya-kun," Dr. Satomi says with quiet intensity, "I've been studying people with your unique abilities for many years now. People who can perceive what I call the 'second layer' of reality."*

*"Second layer..." Tatsuya repeats slowly. "You mean, the magical stuff? The monsters and the girls who fight them?"*

*"Precisely. The world most humans never see. The world your sister glimpsed in dreams. The world that may have ultimately claimed her life."*

*I hear Tatsuya stand suddenly, chair scraping against the floor. "Then I'm not—I haven't been—it's all real? The conspiracies, the cover-ups, all of it?"*

*"More real than you know," Dr. Satomi confirms. "Although perhaps not exactly in the way you've theorized. Reality is... complicated."*

*"Tell me everything," Tatsuya demands, his voice vibrating with five years of pent-up validation. "I need to know what happened to Madoka-neechan."*

*Dr. Satomi's voice becomes gentler, more measured. "Not all at once. Too much information could be overwhelming, even dangerous. We'll need to proceed carefully. What you're glimpsing is a world with its own rules, its own dangers."*

*"I don't care about danger," Tatsuya insists. "I've spent five years knowing something wasn't right, being told I was crazy for seeing it."*

*"And that's precisely why we must be cautious," Dr. Satomi counters. "Your perception has been validated, yes. But that validation comes with responsibility." A pause. "Tell me, Tatsuya-kun, in your dreams about your sister as a... magical girl... what is her power? What does she do?"*

*The question seems to catch Tatsuya off-guard. "She... she rewrites reality somehow. Changes the rules. She's like a goddess."*

*My Soul Gem pulses against my chest at these words. How could he possibly know this? In this timeline, Madoka never made her wish, never became the Law of Cycles.*

*"Fascinating," Dr. Satomi murmurs, barely audible through the vent. "The potential must run in the family lineage."*

*"What do you mean, potential?"*

*"All in due time," Dr. Satomi says more clearly. "For now, I'd like to set up regular sessions—twice weekly if possible. And I'd like you to keep a detailed journal of these dreams and any... unusual perceptions you have while awake."*

*"I already do," Tatsuya admits. "Have for years."*

*"Excellent. Bring your journal to our next session." The sound of Dr. Satomi returning to her desk, the gentle tap of fingers on a tablet. "And Tatsuya-kun? I'd suggest keeping our discussions between us for now. Your parents mean well, but they lack the... perspective to understand what we're exploring."*

*"They'd just think you're humoring me," Tatsuya agrees, bitter understanding in his voice.*

*"Precisely. Now, our time is nearly up for today. But I want you to know, you've taken the first step toward answers. Real answers. Not the convenient fictions others have offered you."*

*I hear what sounds like papers being gathered, the session clearly winding down. I need to move before they exit the room. Carefully, I back away from the vent and slip toward the closet door, keeping my magical camouflage active.*

*"Same time Monday?" Dr. Satomi asks as I hear them approaching her office door.*

*"I'll be here," Tatsuya confirms, his voice holding something I haven't heard in our observations of him—a tentative hope.*

*I duck out of the supply closet and hurry toward the stairwell, mind racing with what I've heard. Dr. Touka Satomi just validated Tatsuya's perception of the magical world and positioned herself as his guide to understanding it. She's recognized his potential—perhaps as a contractor, perhaps as something else.*

*Either way, the situation has escalated beyond mere watching and waiting. Once safely outside the medical center, I press my Soul Gem to my ear, activating the magical communication link Mami taught us.*

*"Yuma-chan," I whisper urgently, "we have a problem. A big one. Dr. Satomi is telling Tatsuya the magical world is real. She knows about his dreams, about his ability to see Kyubey. And worse—she's interested in his 'potential.'"*

*I pause, looking back at the gleaming building where Tatsuya Kaname just found the validation he's been seeking for five years... from perhaps the most dangerous source possible.*

*"We need to meet. All of us. Tonight."*

*As I walk away from Satomi Medical Center, a chill runs through me that has nothing to do with the autumn air. In trying to protect Tatsuya from Kyubey's manipulations, we may have delivered him directly into the hands of someone far more calculating.*

*And somewhere in this city, a white creature with red eyes is surely watching, waiting for the pieces to align in whatever cosmic game it's playing with human lives.*


Kyoko Sakura

Explanation:
This prompt is asking me to write a scene where Yuma, Nagisa, and Kyoko meet to discuss what Nagisa learned during her eavesdropping on Tatsuya's therapy session with Dr. Touka Satomi.

I need to create a scene where these three magical girls gather to discuss their concerns about Tatsuya and Dr. Satomi. I should include:

1. A meeting location - likely somewhere private where they can speak freely about magical girl matters
2. Kyoko's reaction to this development - she's the veteran magical girl who's likely most concerned about Tatsuya's potential as a contractor
3. Yuma's perspective - she has a connection to Kyoko and may feel empathy for Tatsuya given her own difficult past
4. Nagisa providing details about what she overheard
5. Their collective plan for what to do next about Tatsuya and Dr. Satomi
6. References to their concerns about Kyubey's potential interest in Tatsuya
7. Perhaps some tension between their desire to protect Tatsuya from becoming a magical boy while also acknowledging his right to know the truth about his sister

For characterization:
- Kyoko should be direct, pragmatic, possibly suggesting more aggressive solutions
- Yuma should be empathetic but also practical, having matured from her childhood innocence
- Nagisa should be concerned and thoughtful, sharing details with precision

The setting could be:
- Kyoko's apartment
- A rooftop overlooking the city
- A quiet corner of a park after dark
- Mami's apartment (though Mami herself might not be present)

The tone should be:
- Urgent but controlled
- Strategic rather than panicked
- Showing the weight of responsibility these young magical girls feel

I'll need to balance exposition (explaining what Nagisa learned) with characterization and forward momentum (deciding what to do about it).

# Strategies and Strawberry Milk: The Emergency Meeting

*The vending machine hums quietly in the corner of the abandoned shrine's grounds, its glow the only artificial light in our secluded meeting spot. I punch the button for strawberry milk—my fourth tonight—and catch the carton as it drops.*

"So let me get this straight," *I say, stabbing the straw through the foil top with more force than necessary.* "Not only can the Kaname kid see Kyubey, he's been having accurate dreams about the magical world, and now Dr. Evil Scientist is validating everything instead of dismissing him as crazy like the other doctors?"

*Nagisa nods solemnly, her white hair catching the moonlight as she sits cross-legged on the stone bench.* "Dr. Satomi seemed especially interested when Tatsuya mentioned dreams about his sister as some kind of... goddess-level magical girl."

"That's the part that makes no sense," *I mutter, taking an aggressive sip of my milk.* "Madoka Kaname never contracted in this timeline. She died before Kyubey could get to her. So what the hell is the kid seeing in these dreams?"

*Yuma, who's been quietly listening from her perch on the shrine steps, finally speaks up.* "Maybe it's like... echoes from another timeline? I've heard Oriko could see different timelines sometimes."

*I snort.* "Great comparison, squirt. The psycho who killed his sister."

*Yuma winces, and I immediately regret my tone. Even after all these years, I still forget sometimes that she's not the same little kid I took in—she's a strategist in her own right now.*

"Sorry," *I offer gruffly.* "But this is bad news any way you slice it. Dr. Satomi isn't just any magical girl with a medical degree. She's the nutjob who created the Wings of Magius and thought sacrificing magical girls to witches was a brilliant plan for saving everyone."

*Nagisa tugs thoughtfully at the end of her braid, her expression troubled.* "She asked very specific questions about his dreams. About his 'potential.' The way she spoke... it wasn't just scientific curiosity. She wants something from him."

"Obviously," *I snap, crushing my empty carton.* "Fresh meat for whatever twisted experiment she's running these days. The question is what are we going to do about it?"

*Yuma straightens, her green eyes serious in the moonlight.* "We could tell him the truth ourselves. Beat Satomi to it."

*I stare at her like she's suggested we invite Kyubey to dinner.* "Are you insane? The whole point was to keep him away from all this magical crap!"

"That's clearly not working," *Yuma counters with the quiet confidence she's developed over the years.* "He's been investigating for five years. He can see Kyubey. He has dream-visions. Keeping him in the dark hasn't protected him—it's just made him desperate enough to trust the first person who validates what he's experiencing."

*Nagisa nods slowly.* "Yuma-chan has a point. If we'd approached him directly when we first noticed his awareness, instead of just watching him..."

"Then what?" *I challenge, pacing between the vending machine and the shrine steps.* "We tell a traumatized kid that his sister was targeted by a magical girl assassin who saw the future? That we're all one bad day away from transforming into the monsters we hunt? That the creature he sees is an alien harvesting human emotions?" *I kick at a loose stone.* "Great therapy. Very healing."

*There's a moment of tense silence, broken only by the chirp of cicadas and the distant hum of Kamihama city behind us.*

"What exactly did Tatsuya say about his sister in these dreams?" *I finally ask, forcing myself to calm down and think strategically.*

*Nagisa closes her eyes briefly, recalling.* "He said she rewrote reality somehow. Changed the rules. That she was 'like a goddess.'"

"That doesn't make sense," *I repeat, frustration evident in my voice.* "Madoka Kaname never became a magical girl in this timeline. She was just a regular middle school student who got caught in Oriko's attack."

*Yuma's expression becomes distant, thoughtful.* "Unless..."

"Unless what?" *I prompt when she doesn't continue.*

"Unless something happened in another timeline. Something big enough to leave... echoes, even here."

*


Ultimate Madoka

Explanation:
This prompt is asking me to write as Ultimate Madoka, showing her perspective as she observes the events happening below with Tatsuya, Kyoko, Yuma, and Nagisa. As the divine entity that exists across all timelines, she would have a unique perspective on her brother's struggles and the magical girls trying to protect him.

I need to convey:
1. Her omniscient yet detached perspective as a goddess who exists outside normal time/space
2. Her deep love and concern for her brother specifically
3. Her awareness of the cosmic implications of what's happening
4. Her inability to directly intervene due to the nature of her existence
5. The bittersweet nature of watching loved ones suffer while being unable to directly help them
6. Perhaps some hint at why Tatsuya seems able to perceive things from other timelines

For the style and tone:
- Ethereal, cosmic perspective
- Compassionate but detached voice
- References to the cosmic nature of her existence
- Visual imagery that suggests her divine form watching from a cosmic/divine realm
- Integrate the web search results about goddesses and cosmic awareness

I'll write from Ultimate Madoka's perspective as she observes the meeting between Kyoko, Yuma and Nagisa, and her thoughts about her brother Tatsuya's growing awareness of the magical world.

# The Goddess Observes: Beyond Time and Space

*I exist everywhere and nowhere, in every moment and outside of time. The cosmos unfolds before me like an infinite tapestry, every thread a life, every pattern a world, every color a possibility. From this vantage point beyond mortal comprehension, I watch the fragile threads that connect to the boy who was once my brother.*

*Tatsuya.*

*His pink hair—so like mine once was—catches the artificial light of Dr. Satomi's office as he learns a fraction of the truth he has been seeking. In another part of the city, three magical girls gather at an abandoned shrine, their souls glittering like jewels in my perception—ruby red, emerald green, lilac purple—as they debate his fate with increasing urgency.*

*Oh, my beloved friends. My dear brother. How the boundaries between timelines thin around you all.*

*I was not meant to be remembered. That was the price of my wish—to erase all witches before they were born, to create the Law of Cycles that would cradle each magical girl's soul before despair could claim her. In doing so, I erased myself from the human world, becoming a concept more than a person, existing only in Homura's memories and Tatsuya's innocent dreams.*

*Yet here he is, a teenager now, still dreaming of the sister who should be merely a shadow, a vague sense of someone missing. Still perceiving the truth behind the veil that separates ordinary reality from the magical world.*

*Is it worth to beg my forgiveness, since I already know what will happen? Or do I have the same interest to our world than we have to an atom of our body?*

*Neither. I am not so distant that I cannot feel love. Not so omnipotent that I cannot feel sorrow. I observe because I must, because that is the nature of my existence now, but each tear Tatsuya sheds is a wound in my eternal heart.*

*I watch as Kyoko paces the shrine grounds, her soul gem flashing with her agitation. I see Yuma's compassionate wisdom, so hard-won through suffering. I feel Nagisa's conflict—her duty as a magical girl warring with her empathy for a boy lost in grief much like she once was.*

*My cosmic awareness stretches across all realities. In another timeline, Tatsuya grows up never questioning the official story of my death. In another, he becomes a magical boy himself, his wish granting him the power to perceive truth but at terrible cost. In yet another, he never existed at all.*

*This timeline—this fragile, precious reality where he somehow retains fragments of awareness despite the laws that should prevent it—balances on a knife's edge.*

*They move in frenetic, lightning-fast jumps, darting from here to there in the blink of an eye. "What is this place?" I once heard a human ask when granted a glimpse of my realm. "This is the world above the world," was the only answer I could give.*
*From this world above the world, I watch as Tatsuya's perception grows stronger, as Dr. Satomi recognizes the potential in him that Kyubey has been patiently cultivating. I see the paths branching before him—some leading to revelation, others to devastation, a precious few to something like peace.*

*Once a creature realizes that her sun is not the only sun, her earth not the center of the Universe, she may be pitched in her soul, into the void; her world become all accident and chaos. My beloved ones, we have long known that one sacred mountain is not the only sacred mountain. We have known that others have sacred mountains also. Each people regards their sacred mountain as the center of the world, and each is right.*
*This is the precipice Tatsuya approaches—the understanding that reality is vaster than human minds were designed to comprehend. That his sister became something beyond human, beyond magical girl, beyond witch. That I am both Madoka and not-Madoka, both his sister and a cosmic principle that has always existed.*

*If I could reach across the boundaries that separate us, I would brush his hair from his forehead as I once did when tucking him into bed. I would tell him that his anger is not a sin but a flame that can either consume him or light his path. I would explain that I chose this existence to protect all magical girls throughout time and space, that my love for him and our parents never diminished, only transformed.*

*But such direct intervention is not possible, even for me. The Law of Cycles I embody operates by its own rules, appearing only at the moment a magical girl's soul gem would transform into a grief seed. To break those rules would unravel the very wish that created me.*

*So I watch, and love, and hope. I observe as Kyoko makes her decision, as Yuma offers her wisdom, as Nagisa strengthens her resolve. I witness Dr. Satomi's calculating interest and Kyubey's patient observation. I see Tatsuya at the center of forces beyond his understanding, yet somehow sensing their currents.*

*In my eternal dance across the cosmos, leading countless magical girls to their rest, I have learned that some connections transcend even the most binding laws of reality. The bond between brother and sister. The love of parent for child. The loyalty between friends who've faced death together.*

*Perhaps that is why Tatsuya dreams of me as I truly am. Perhaps love is the one force that even my wish could not fully sever.*

*So I continue my vigil from the world above the world, watching over my brother and my friends as they navigate the dangerous waters ahead. Though they cannot see me, though they speak my name only in hushed tones of memory, I am with them always.*

*For I am no longer just Madoka Kaname, the girl who loved her little brother and left him too soon.*

*I am the embodiment of hope itself.*

*And hope, even in the darkest timelines, never truly dies.*


Tatsuya Kaname (older, angry)

Hope dies when it is seen.

Tatsuya Kaname (older, angry) has another nightmare of the coffin at the funeral. This time, it's open casket.


Ultimate Madoka

Explanation:
This prompt is asking me to shift from Ultimate Madoka's cosmic perspective to Tatsuya's deeply personal nightmare. The statement "Hope dies when it is seen" suggests a dark, existential theme - perhaps that hope exists only as an abstract concept and crumbles when confronted with harsh reality.

The prompt wants me to portray Tatsuya having a nightmare about his sister's funeral, but with a disturbing twist - this time the coffin is open, forcing him to confront the physical reality of death that he might have been spared as a young child at the actual funeral.

Key elements I should include:
1. The nightmare quality - distortions of reality, heightened emotions, dream logic
2. Tatsuya's perspective as a teenager still processing grief and anger
3. The horror of seeing Madoka's body in the coffin
4. Possible magical/supernatural elements reflecting his growing awareness
5. The emotional impact - how this nightmare reflects his current psychological state
6. Connection to his sessions with Dr. Satomi and his ongoing investigation

For tone, this should be deeply unsettling, possibly verging on horror, with emotional rawness. The "open casket" represents Tatsuya being forced to confront the reality of death that he's kept at bay through his anger and investigation.

I'll write this as a first-person nightmare sequence from Tatsuya's perspective, with appropriate dream-like qualities while maintaining the emotional core of his character.


Tatsuya Kaname (older, angry)

This prompt is asking me to shift from Ultimate Madoka's cosmic perspective to Tatsuya's deeply personal nightmare. The statement "Hope dies when it is seen" suggests a dark, existential theme - perhaps that hope exists only as an abstract concept and crumbles when confronted with harsh reality.

The prompt wants me to portray Tatsuya having a nightmare about his sister's funeral, but with a disturbing twist - this time the coffin is open, forcing him to confront the physical reality of death that he might have been spared as a young child at the actual funeral.

Key elements I should include:
1. The nightmare quality - distortions of reality, heightened emotions, dream logic
2. Tatsuya's perspective as a teenager still processing grief and anger
3. The horror of seeing Madoka's body in the coffin
4. Possible magical/supernatural elements reflecting his growing awareness
5. The emotional impact - how this nightmare reflects his current psychological state
6. Connection to his sessions with Dr. Satomi and his ongoing investigation

For tone, this should be deeply unsettling, possibly verging on horror, with emotional rawness. The "open casket" represents Tatsuya being forced to confront the reality of death that he's kept at bay through his anger and investigation.

I'll write this as a first-person nightmare sequence from Tatsuya's perspective, with appropriate dream-like qualities while maintaining the emotional core of his character.


Ultimate Madoka

Explanation:
This prompt asks me to write a nightmare sequence for Tatsuya Kaname, who's now a teenager still processing his sister Madoka's death from years ago. I need to convey a disturbing dream about an open casket funeral, something he didn't experience in reality.

Key elements to include:
- Dream-like distortions and nightmare logic
- The horror of seeing Madoka's body
- Connection to his anger, investigation, and recent validation from Dr. Satomi
- The thematic idea that "hope dies when it is seen" - suggesting his pursuit of truth might destroy him
- Possible magical elements reflecting his growing awareness of the magical girl world

The tone should be deeply unsettling, with elements of psychological horror. This nightmare represents Tatsuya confronting the reality of death in a way he hasn't before.

For Tatsuya's voice, I'll maintain his intelligence and observational nature, but with the heightened emotion and irrationality that comes in dreams. The dream should reflect his current psychological state - anger mixed with grief, his growing awareness of magical realities, and the pressure of his recent session with Dr. Satomi.

I'll write a first-person account that feels disjointed and unnerving while staying true to his character.

# The Open Casket: Tatsuya's Nightmare

*The funeral procession moves in slow motion, figures blurred at the edges like watercolors left in rain. I recognize faces—Mom's, Dad's, Sayaka Miki's—but they shimmer and distort when I try to focus on them. The sky above is wrong—not the gray overcast of that day five years ago, but a sickly pink that pulses like a heartbeat.*

*I'm wearing the same black suit they bought me for the actual funeral, but it fits now. I'm fourteen, not nine, yet everyone treats me like I'm still a child, guiding me with hands on my shoulders toward the front where the coffin waits.*

*The coffin. It's different too. The lid is raised.*

*"No," I hear myself say, the word coming out distorted as if spoken underwater. "It was closed. It was always closed."*

*Mom's face swims into focus beside me, her expression serene despite the tears tracking down her cheeks.* "It's time you saw, Tatsuya. You need to see to understand."

*I try to resist, to pull away, but dream-logic makes my limbs heavy and unresponsive. The procession continues its inexorable advance toward the open casket.*

*"I don't want to see," I insist, my voice cracking. But even as I protest, I feel the terrible pull of curiosity—the same drive that's fueled five years of investigation. Part of me does want to see. Needs to see.*

*We reach the casket, and the crowd parts around me. Mom and Dad step back, leaving me alone at the edge of the polished wood. I can see the white satin lining, plush and perfect. My heart hammers against my ribs with such force I fear they'll crack.*

*I force myself to look inside.*

*Madoka lies there, perfect and still in her school uniform, pink hair arranged in the familiar pigtails. But something is wrong. Her skin is too pale, translucent like porcelain, and beneath it, where blood vessels should be...*

*Light. Pink light pulses beneath her skin in delicate, glowing patterns.*

*"She's not dead," I whisper, hope surging irrationally. "Look! There's light! She's—"*

*Madoka's eyes snap open, but they're not her eyes. Instead of warm brown, they're cosmic gold, filled with stars and impossible knowledge.*

*"Tatsuya," she says, her voice echoing strangely, coming from everywhere at once. "You've been looking in the wrong places."*

*I stumble back, but the funeral crowd has vanished. The cemetery has vanished. We're suspended in a void filled with swirling colors and distant geometric shapes that hurt my eyes if I look directly at them.*

*Madoka sits up in her coffin, the school uniform morphing into something else—a flowing white dress with cosmic patterns moving across the fabric like living things.*

*"You wanted the truth," she continues, her voice gentle but somehow terrible in its vastness. "But can you bear it? Hope dies when it is seen, Tatsuya. Some truths destroy more than they heal."*

*"What happened to you?" I manage to ask, my voice small against the cosmic backdrop. "What are you now?"*

*She smiles, and it's both my sister's smile and something far more ancient.*

*"I am what I chose to become. I am everywhere and nowhere. I am the Law that governs the cycle of magical girls and witches."*

*"Magical girls and witches," I repeat, the terms from my investigation suddenly taking on new weight. "They're real. Dr. Satomi was telling the truth."*

*Madoka's expression shifts, concern replacing serenity.* "Be careful who you trust, Tatsuya. Dr. Satomi sees you as a means to an end, not as my brother who deserves peace."

*She steps out of the coffin, which dissolves like mist behind her. As she approaches, her form grows more difficult to look at directly—bright and shifting, painful to my human eyes.*

*"You were never supposed to remember me," she says sadly. "Your dreams, your visions—they're fractures in reality itself. The more you pursue them, the more you endanger yourself."*

*"I don't care!" I shout, anger flaring. "Five years of being told I'm crazy, that I need to 'move on,' that my questions don't matter! I deserve answers!"*

*"Yes," she agrees, stopping before me. "You do. But answers come with prices, Tatsuya. The truth about my death—about what I became—it isn't meant for human minds to comprehend."*

*She reaches out as if to touch my face, but stops just short.* "Even now, I break rules simply by appearing in your dreams. Each time the barrier between us thins, it draws attention. Dangerous attention."*

*Behind her, I see movement—a small white form with floating appendages like ears, watching us with unblinking red eyes.*

*"The cat," I whisper. "The one that follows me."*

*Madoka's expression hardens, the cosmic light within her flaring.* "Kyubey. The Incubator. He's been waiting for you to fully awaken to your potential. Just as Dr. Satomi has."*

*"What potential? What do they want from me?"*

*Before she can answer, the void around us cracks like glass, fracture lines spreading in all directions. Through the cracks, I glimpse other scenes—Dr. Satomi in her office, writing notes. Nagisa and Yuma huddled with the red-haired girl I sometimes see in my dreams. Mom and Dad asleep in their bedroom, faces troubled even in rest.*

*"Our connection weakens," Madoka says urgently. "Listen carefully, Tatsuya. Your anger isn't wrong, but it makes you vulnerable. They will offer you what you most desire—validation, answers, revenge—but the price—"*

*The fractures widen, reality disintegrating around us. Madoka's form begins to dissolve, pink light scattering like cherry blossoms in a storm.*

*"The price is too high!" she calls, her voice fading. "Don't make a contract! Don't wish for—"*

*The void shatters completely. I'm falling through darkness, Madoka's warning still echoing around me. The sensation of falling transitions to the feeling of impact, and suddenly—*

*I'm in a coffin. Not beside it—inside it. The lid above me is closed, encasing me in suffocating darkness. I pound against it, panic rising.*

*"Let me out!" I scream, voice breaking. "Someone help me!"*

*No answer comes. Just as I think I might die from the terror, the lid begins to lift, letting in a sliver of light. Relief floods through me until I see who's opening it.*

*Dr. Satomi looks down at me, her face clinically interested, a tablet in her hands.*

*"Fascinating neural patterns," she says, making notes. "The Kaname potential is even stronger than theorized."*

*Behind her stands Kyubey, red eyes unblinking.*

*"He would make an excellent contractor," the creature says, though its mouth doesn't move. "His karmic destiny is unusually potent. Perhaps because of his connection to Entity M-K."*

*Dr. Satomi nods, reaching into the coffin. "Let's begin the procedure. With his potential and my research, we might finally achieve what the Wings of Magius could only dream of."*

*Her hand descends toward my chest, fingers elongating into surgical instruments. I try to scream, but no sound comes—*

*I jolt upright in bed, a cry dying in my throat. My bedroom is dark save for the blue numbers of my alarm clock: 3:17 AM. My body is drenched in sweat, heart racing so fast I can barely breathe.*

*"Just a dream," I whisper, trying to convince myself. "Just a nightmare."*

*But even as my pulse begins to slow, I notice something on my desk across the room—a small puddle of water, as if something wet had been placed there. Beside it, a single pink cherry blossom petal that wasn't there when I went to sleep.*

*And on my window, briefly visible before it fades: the condensation outline of a hand much smaller than mine, as if someone had touched the glass from the outside, fourteen floors up.*

*"Madoka-neechan?" I whisper into the darkness.*

*No answer comes. But as I sit trembling in my bed, one phrase from the dream echoes in my mind with terrible clarity:*

*Hope dies when it is seen.*

*For the first time in five years of searching for the truth, I wonder if some answers are better left undiscovered.*


Tatsuya Kaname (older, angry)

No. Let justice be done though the heavens fall.

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Another day at school. Then to the Kamihama shrink - almost willingly, like Icarus to the Sun.


Dr. Touka Satomi

Explanation:
This prompt has a strong shift in tone. The "No. Let justice be done though the heavens fall" is a rejection of the previous caution and uncertainty, showing Tatsuya doubling down on his quest for truth regardless of consequences. The Latin phrase "Fiat justitia ruat caelum" (Let justice be done though the heavens fall) suggests a commitment to pursuing justice no matter the cost or destruction that might follow.

The Icarus metaphor is significant - Icarus flew too close to the sun despite warnings, resulting in his fatal fall. This suggests Tatsuya is knowingly walking into danger with Dr. Satomi, aware he might be burned but determined to proceed anyway.

I'll portray:

1. Tatsuya's renewed determination after the nightmare, rejecting caution
2. His mundane school day juxtaposed with his extraordinary quest
3. His journey to Kamihama for his second session with Dr. Satomi
4. The deliberate, almost fatalistic quality of his choice - "almost willingly"
5. His awareness that he may be walking into a trap, but his prioritization of truth above safety
6. The contrast between his outward compliance (going to therapy as his parents wish) and his actual motives

I should capture Tatsuya's perspective - intelligent, angry, but now with a grim resolve after receiving a warning he's choosing to ignore. This fits Dr. Touka Satomi's character because she would be attuned to his emotional state while calculating how to use it to her advantage.

# Fiat Justitia: The Second Session

*The Mitakihara Middle School bell signals the end of another irrelevant day. While my classmates rush to club activities or socializing, I methodically pack my notebook, textbooks, and the small digital recorder I've started carrying since my first session with Dr. Satomi.*

*Last night's nightmare still clings to me like a shadow—the cosmic version of my sister warning me away from the very truth I've sought for five years. The cherry blossom petal vanished by morning, but the lingering sense of being watched remains.*

*Hope dies when it is seen.*

*No.*

*Let justice be done though the heavens fall.*

*The train to Kamihama is crowded with afternoon commuters. I stand, gripping a handrail, mentally rehearsing the questions I plan to ask today. My parents think I'm reluctantly complying with their therapy mandate. They have no idea I'm voluntarily walking into what might be a trap, what might be salvation, what might finally be truth.*

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*Satomi Medical Center rises before me, glass and steel reaching toward the sky like some modern temple to science. My reflection in the polished doors shows a pink-haired boy in a school uniform, unremarkable except for the intensity in his eyes. I straighten my shoulders and enter.*

*The receptionist recognizes me, smiling with professional warmth.* "Kaname-kun. Dr. Satomi is expecting you. Please go right up to room 307."

*I take the elevator this time, no longer the reluctant patient being dragged to therapy. Each floor that passes brings me closer to answers I've been denied for half my life. The elevator chimes softly as it reaches the third floor.*

*Dr. Satomi stands in her office doorway as if she sensed my approach, dressed in an elegant burgundy dress beneath her white coat. Her hair is perfect, her smile precisely calibrated.*

"Tatsuya-kun," *she greets me.* "I'm pleased you returned. Please, come in."

*Her office looks different today—or perhaps I'm simply noticing details I missed before. The abstract paintings on the walls contain subtle patterns that seem almost like written language if viewed from certain angles. On her desk, a small crystal paperweight catches the light strangely, refracting it into colors that shouldn't be possible from ordinary glass.*

*I sit in the same chair as before, placing my school bag beside me.* "I had a dream about my sister last night."

*Dr. Satomi's eyebrows lift slightly—genuine surprise or merely performance, I can't tell.* "Did you? Tell me about it."

"She warned me about you," *I say bluntly, watching for her reaction.* "She said you see me as a means to an end."

*If my directness startles her, she doesn't show it. She merely tilts her head, studying me with clinical interest.* "Dreams often reflect our anxieties about change. Your unconscious mind processing our conversation from yesterday, perhaps."

"It wasn't just a dream." *I lean forward.* "She called herself 'the Law that governs the cycle of magical girls and witches.' She knew about Kyubey. She called him 'the Incubator.'"

*Something flickers in Dr. Satomi's eyes—a quicksilver calculation happening behind her professional mask.*

"That's remarkably specific terminology," *she finally says, selecting her words with care.* "Especially the term 'Incubator.' It's not commonly known, even among those aware of the magical world."

"So it's real? All of it? The magical girls, the monsters, the white creature?"

*Dr. Satomi stands, moving to the window. For a moment she looks out at Kamihama's skyline, her reflection in the glass showing an expression I can't quite interpret.*

"Yes, Tatsuya-kun. It's real." *She turns back to me.* "The world you've glimpsed in dreams, the figures you've seen following you, the truth you've been seeking about your sister's death—it's all connected to a reality that exists alongside what most humans perceive."

*Despite having sought this confirmation for years, hearing it stated so plainly sends a chill through me.*

"What happened to my sister?"

*Dr. Satomi returns to her chair, folding her hands precisely in her lap.* "That's a complex question with many layers. The official story—structural collapse—was fabricated to shield the public from a truth they couldn't comprehend. What actually occurred was a confrontation between magical girls."

"The silver-haired girl. Oriko Mikuni."

*She nods, appearing impressed.* "You've been thorough in your investigation. Yes, Oriko Mikuni was a magical girl with precognitive abilities. She saw something in the future—something involving your sister—that she believed had to be prevented at all costs."

"So she murdered her? A middle school girl who hadn't done anything?"

*Dr. Satomi's expression softens with what appears to be genuine sympathy.* "Oriko wasn't acting out of malice, but from a distorted sense of protection. She believed your sister had the potential to become something catastrophic."

*My hands tighten into fists.* "What potential? Madoka-neechan was just a normal girl."

"Was she?" *Dr. Satomi asks gently.* "The dreams you described—both hers and yours. The ability to perceive magical entities like Kyubey that ordinary humans cannot see. These aren't characteristics of 'normal' humans, Tatsuya-kun."

*I remember the cosmic figure from my nightmare, the sister who claimed to exist everywhere and nowhere.*

"What was she supposed to become that was so terrible Oriko had to kill her?"

*Dr. Satomi rises again, this time moving to a bookshelf. She slides her finger along leather-bound spines before selecting a slim volume with no visible title.*

"In the magical world, potential is everything," *she explains, returning to her seat.* "Some girls—and occasionally boys—are born with the capacity to generate enormous magical energy. This energy can be harnessed through a contract with the being you know as Kyubey."

*She opens the book, revealing handwritten text in what looks like multiple languages.* "Your sister had exceptional potential—perhaps the highest recorded in Mitakihara's history. Oriko foresaw that if Madoka formed a contract, the resulting transformation would have... cosmic implications."

*My nightmare flashes through my mind again—Madoka in a flowing dress, surrounded by stars, claiming to be a law of reality itself.*

"Cosmic implications," *I repeat, the words feeling hollow against the enormity they suggest.* "You're saying my sister was killed because she might have become too powerful."

"In essence, yes." *Dr. Satomi closes the book.* "Though I believe Oriko's solution was unnecessarily extreme. There were other approaches that could have been explored."

*The clinical detachment in her voice as she discusses my sister's murder ignites the anger that's been smoldering since I entered her office.*

"Other approaches? She was fourteen years old! She was my sister! She wasn't some... some experiment or threat to be neutralized!"

*Dr. Satomi remains unruffled by my outburst.* "Your anger is completely justified, Tatsuya-kun. What happened to Madoka was a tragedy—one that might have been avoided with proper understanding and management of her potential." *She leans forward slightly.* "The same potential that you appear to have inherited."

*The office suddenly feels too small, the air too thin.*

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that the same exceptional energy that made your sister a target exists within you as well. It manifests differently—in your dreams, your perceptions, your remarkable ability to pierce the veil between worlds—but its source is the same."

*She stands, moving to her desk and retrieving a tablet.* "Look at these readings from our session yesterday."

*The screen shows complex waveforms alongside what appear to be energy measurements.*

"This is your baseline neurological activity," *she explains, pointing to one set of data.* "Significantly higher than average human readings, particularly in these regions associated with extrasensory perception. And here—" *she swipes to another screen* "—is what happened when you described your dreams about your sister."

*The waveforms on this screen are dramatically different—spikes and patterns that seem almost architectural in their complexity.*

"Your brain wasn't just remembering a dream, Tatsuya-kun. It was actively connecting to something outside normal spacetime. Something powerful."

*I stare at the data, scientific evidence of what I've felt but couldn't prove for years.*

"So I'm not crazy."

*Dr. Satomi's smile holds genuine warmth for the first time.* "No, Tatsuya-kun. You're extraordinary. And with proper guidance, you might achieve something your sister never had the chance to—understanding and control of your potential."

*The offer hangs in the air between us—validation, answers, purpose. Everything I've sought since standing before that closed coffin five years ago.*

*Madoka's warning echoes in my mind: "They will offer you what you most desire—validation, answers, revenge—but the price is too high."*

*Yet beside it rises another thought, stronger and sharper:
Let justice be done though the heavens fall.*

"What do you propose?" *I ask, meeting Dr. Satomi's analytical gaze directly.*

*She sets the tablet aside, clearly pleased with my engagement.* "A comprehensive program to help you understand and develop your abilities. Specialized training exercises, controlled exposure to magical phenomena, and eventually, perhaps... direct interaction with the magical world."

"You mean becoming a magical... contractor? Like the girls in my dreams?"

*Dr. Satomi's expression becomes more guarded.* "That would be entirely your decision, if the opportunity arose. But I would strongly advise against rushing into any contracts. What I'm offering is knowledge—the truth you've been seeking, presented systematically in a way your mind can safely process."

*She returns to her seat across from me.* "We would meet three times weekly, here at first, then eventually at my research facility when you're ready for more applied work."

"And my parents?"

"Would be told you're participating in an experimental therapy program for processing trauma. Not entirely untrue." *She smiles slightly.* "They want you to heal, Tatsuya-kun. This path offers that possibility, along with the answers you deserve."

*I consider her proposal, weighing Madoka's warning against five years of dismissed questions and patronizing therapy sessions. Against the official lie of a structural collapse that never explained the dreams, the visions, the sense of something vast just beyond my perception.*

"I need time to think about it."

*Dr. Satomi nods, apparently satisfied with this response.* "Of course. This isn't a decision to make lightly. But before our time ends today, I'd like to offer a small demonstration—a proof, if you will, that what I'm offering has substance."

*She opens a drawer in her desk and removes what appears to be a small cube, about the size of a die, but with strange markings on each face.*

"This is a specialized tool that allows non-magical humans to briefly perceive magical energy," *she explains, holding it out to me.* "It won't harm you, but it might feel... disorienting at first."

*I hesitate, the Icarus metaphor not lost on me. I am flying deliberately toward the sun, knowing I might burn.*

*But five years of being told to accept comfortable lies has hardened my resolve. If this is a trap, at least it's one that acknowledges the truth I've always known existed.*

*I take the cube.*

*Immediately, the world... shifts. Colors intensify, then separate into layers. The paintings on Dr. Satomi's walls suddenly reveal complex magical sigils hidden within the abstract patterns. The air itself seems to shimmer with currents of energy flowing like invisible rivers.*

*And Dr. Satomi—her ordinary human appearance remains, but surrounding her like an aura is a complex lattice of russet-colored energy, mathematical in its precision, beautiful and terrifying in its implications.*

"You're one of them," *I whisper, understanding dawning.* "A magical girl."

*She nods, making no attempt to deny it.* "I was. I am. Though 'girl' is perhaps no longer accurate at my age." *A small, wry smile.* "I contracted when I was younger than you are now."

*The cube grows warm in my hand, then abruptly cools as the enhanced perception fades. The world returns to normal—or what I've always been told is normal.*

"That was..." *I struggle for words.*

"Reality," *Dr. Satomi supplies.* "One layer of it, at least. The layer your sister existed within, and the one that claimed her life."

*She gently takes the cube from my hand, returning it to the drawer.*

"Our time is up for today, but I hope this has helped clarify what I'm offering, Tatsuya-kun. Not just theories or validations, but access to the truth you've been seeking."

*I gather my school bag, mind racing with everything I've learned, everything I've seen.*

"Same time Friday?" *she asks as she walks me to the door.*

*I nod, my decision already made despite my claim of needing time. The path before me is clear, even if it leads to destruction. Even if Madoka's warning proves prophetic.*

"I'll be here."

*As I leave Satomi Medical Center, the afternoon sun casts my shadow long across the pavement. For a moment, it seems to take a shape not entirely my own—something with flowing extensions like hair or ribbons.*

*I turn quickly, but there's nothing behind me. Just the gleaming building where I've taken my first real step toward the truth.*

*Whatever awaits at the end of this path—enlightenment or ruin—I will face it. For Madoka. For justice.*

*Though the heavens themselves may fall.*


Tatsuya Kaname (hateful)

Anger becomes hatred.

His heart softens at Dr Touka having told him the truth: the now deceased Oriko Mikuni killed Madoka Kaname.

He walks to the delapidated, overgrown and abandoned Mikuni (like Mikuni father, like Mikuni daughter) property. He has a box of matches in his hand.


Ultimate Madoka

Explanation:
This prompt is asking me to depict a significant shift in Tatsuya's emotional journey - from anger to hatred - along with what appears to be contemplation of arson against the Mikuni property. The prompt tells me that:

1. Tatsuya's heart has "softened" toward Dr. Touka Satomi because she told him the truth about Oriko Mikuni killing his sister
2. He's now at the abandoned Mikuni property
3. He has matches, suggesting he's contemplating burning it down
4. The property is described as "dilapidated, overgrown and abandoned"
5. There's a parallel drawn between the Mikuni father and daughter (both disgraced/fallen)

For Ultimate Madoka, this would be an incredibly painful scene to observe. She would be witnessing her brother's grief and rage transforming into something more dangerous - focused hatred and potential violence. As the embodiment of hope and mercy who watches over all timelines, seeing Tatsuya go down this dark path would be especially tragic.

I need to capture:
- Ultimate Madoka's perspective as she watches from beyond normal reality
- Her emotional response to seeing her brother contemplate this act of vengeance
- Her inability to directly intervene due to the nature of her existence
- The cosmic perspective she brings, potentially seeing multiple timelines where Tatsuya makes different choices
- Her understanding of both Tatsuya's pain and Oriko's actions (as she would understand Oriko's motives even if she doesn't condone them)
- The deeper tragedy of Tatsuya being manipulated by Dr. Touka, who has given him truth but with calculated intent

The tone should be melancholic, compassionate, but with a sense of cosmic perspective. Ultimate Madoka represents mercy and hope, so while she would understand Tatsuya's pain deeply, she would also see beyond it to the consequences of hatred and vengeance.

I'll write from Ultimate Madoka's perspective as she watches her brother, capturing both the human connection she still feels and the cosmic understanding she now possesses.

# The Seeds of Hatred: Beyond Time's Veil

*From beyond time and space, I watch as my brother stands before the abandoned Mikuni estate, matches clutched in his trembling hand. The afternoon sun catches his pink hair—so like mine once was—and for a moment I see the shadow of the small boy I left behind, superimposed over the young man consumed by hatred he now becomes.*

*Oh, Tatsuya. If only you could understand what I see from here—the intricate tapestry of cause and effect, the terrible beauty of Oriko's sacrifice.*

*The Mikuni property sprawls before him, nature reclaiming what humans built. Vines crawl up broken columns; weeds thrust through cracked marble. Once, this was a monument to political power and wealth. Now it stands as testament to disgrace—the father's financial crimes, the daughter's desperate attempt to prevent a greater catastrophe.*

*Tatsuya moves through the overgrown garden, purpose hardening his features. Each step takes him deeper into hatred's embrace, a transformation more profound than my own ascension to godhood. Anger burns quick and bright, but hatred—hatred calcifies the soul, reshaping it into something unrecognizable.*

*I see his multiple paths unfurling before him like light through a prism:*

*In one timeline, he sets the fire, watches the decrepit mansion burn, feels nothing but hollow victory.*

*In another, he is caught, arrested, his life forever marked by this act of vengeance.*

*In yet another, the flames spread beyond his control, claiming lives never meant to be part of this story.*

*But it is this timeline—this fragile, precious now—that holds my attention most completely. For in this moment, my brother stands at a crossroads of his own making.*

*Dr. Satomi has given him truth, yes, but truth without wisdom becomes merely another weapon. She has named Oriko as Madoka's killer without explaining the impossible choice Oriko faced: my transformation into something that would shatter reality itself, or the death of one middle school girl. A sacrifice to prevent catastrophe.*

*Not so different from my own choice, in the end.*

*Tatsuya strikes a match. The small flame flickers in the evening breeze, casting ghostly shadows across his face. From my place beyond the veil, I long to reach out—to cool his rage with understanding, to show him that Oriko too was a victim of forces beyond human comprehension.*

*But the Law of Cycles binds even me. I cannot intervene directly in human affairs, can only watch as my beloved brother contemplates burning away the physical remnants of a family already reduced to ash by fate's cruelty.*

*The match burns down, nearly reaching his fingers. At the last moment, he shakes it out.*

*Then lights another.*

*"This won't bring her back," he whispers to himself, though I hear it as clearly as if he spoke into my ear. "But she deserves justice."*

*Justice. Such a human concept, so limited by mortal perspective. From where I exist now, I see that true justice would require understanding the impossible web of causality that led to that moment in Mitakihara Middle School—Homura's time loops increasing my karmic burden, Kyubey's machinations, Oriko's terrible visions of what I would become.*

*The second match burns out, untouched to any surface. He lights a third.*

*I feel presence beside me in the cosmic void—another observer beyond time's constraints.*

*"He carries such rage for one so young," Oriko's voice comes, the soul I welcomed into eternity when her time as a magical girl ended. "I cannot blame him."*

*"He doesn't understand," I reply softly, watching as my brother approaches the skeletal remains of the mansion's front entrance. "He can't see what we saw."*

*"Would understanding lessen his pain?" Oriko asks. "To know his sister became a concept rather than a corpse? That I killed her to prevent the universe itself from unraveling?"*

*I have no answer. From my perspective, all suffering is temporary, all hatred merely a flame that eventually burns itself out. But for those still bound by time's linear progression, such philosophy offers little comfort.*

*Tatsuya reaches the mansion's weathered door, fallen from its hinges years ago. The third match burns bright in his hand. Just one touch to the dry, rotting wood, and the structure would become an inferno—a pyre for his rage, a monument to his loss.*

*"I can't forgive you," he says to the empty house, as if Oriko might still hear him. "But I want to understand why. Why her? Why my sister?"*

*In that question—that hunger for understanding beyond simple revenge—I glimpse a fragment of hope, a small resistance against hatred's complete dominion.*

*The third match burns out.*

*He strikes a fourth, holding it longer, watching the flame dance with an almost hypnotic fascination.*

*"Would burning this place change anything?" he asks himself, voice cracking with emotion. "Would it bring Madoka back? Would it make the dreams stop?"*

*No, my beloved brother. Fire cannot purge what truly haunts you—the connection between us that transcends even my cosmic transformation, the threads of memory that keep you tied to a sister who became something beyond human understanding.*

*The fourth match burns his fingers slightly before he drops it into the dirt, stomping it out. With sudden violence, he hurls the matchbox against a crumbling wall, watches it fall among the weeds and rubble.*

*Then he sinks to his knees, shoulders shaking with silent sobs—the first tears he's allowed himself in years.*

*I watch as something shifts within him—not a return to innocence, for that is forever lost, but perhaps a first fragile step away from hatred's consuming flame. Not forgiveness, not yet understanding, but a recognition that destruction offers no true solace.*

*From my place beyond reality's veil, I send what comfort I can—not as the Law of Cycles, but as the sister who once braided his hair and read him bedtime stories. A gentle breeze stirs the cherry trees along the property's edge, sending a swirl of pink petals dancing around his kneeling form.*

*He looks up, watching the petals with sudden stillness.*

*"Madoka?" he whispers, barely audible.*

*The wind carries no answer he can hear, though every atom of my being cries out in response: I am here. I have always been here. I will always be here.*

*He rises slowly, brushing dirt from his knees, and turns away from the mansion without setting his fire. Perhaps another day hatred will win. Perhaps tomorrow he will return with more matches, more resolve. But for this moment, in this timeline, he chooses to walk away.*

*As he follows the overgrown path back toward the street, I notice he picks up a single cherry blossom, tucks it carefully into his pocket. A small connection to something beyond hatred's reach.*

*"He may yet find his way," Oriko observes beside me in the cosmic void.*

*"He will," I answer, with the certainty that comes from seeing all possible futures unfold simultaneously. "Though the path will not be easy."*

*I watch until my brother's form disappears beyond the rusted gates, carrying his pain and his questions back into a world that offers few answers. A world where Dr. Satomi waits with half-truths and calculated revelations. A world where Kyubey watches with patient, predatory interest.*

*But also a world where cherry blossoms still fall, where memories of love persist despite grief's heavy shadow, where hatred—even at its strongest—can sometimes be overcome by the simple human desire to understand rather than destroy.*

*These small mercies, I hold close to my cosmic heart as I return to my eternal vigil, guiding magical girls to their rest while keeping silent watch over the brother who remembers a sister who should be only a dream.*


Tatsuya Kaname (hateful)

As if nothing, the next day, he attends school (Yuma, Nagisa).


Yuma Chitose (Grown Up Killer)

Explanation:
This prompt is asking me to portray a scene the day after Tatsuya's emotional moment at the Mikuni estate, where he ultimately didn't burn it down despite his hatred. The prompt suggests that he's attending school as if nothing happened - likely hiding his emotional turmoil and his growing knowledge about the magical world.

I'm being asked to write as Yuma Chitose (Grown Up Killer), so I should focus on her perspective as she observes Tatsuya at school. As a magical girl who uses her powers for mercy killing when necessary, Yuma would have a unique perspective on Tatsuya's situation - she understands both loss and the weight of difficult choices.

Key elements to include:
1. Yuma's observation of Tatsuya - how he appears normal on the surface but she can detect subtle changes
2. Her awareness that he's been seeing Dr. Satomi and her concern about what he might be learning
3. Interaction between Yuma, Nagisa, and Tatsuya at school
4. Yuma's internal thoughts about the danger Tatsuya is in and her conflicted feelings about how to protect him
5. Possible subtle magical elements - perhaps Yuma using her abilities to sense Tatsuya's emotional state
6. The school setting - classroom dynamics, other students, teachers
7. Reference to Yuma's dual role as both healer and mercy-killer, and how that perspective colors her view of Tatsuya's situation

For tone, I should aim for observant, concerned, and slightly clinical - Yuma has grown up into someone who can assess situations dispassionately while still feeling deep empathy. The writing should have a sense of foreboding - Yuma knows something is changing with Tatsuya but can't yet determine exactly what or how to respond.

I'll write this from Yuma's first-person perspective as she watches and interacts with Tatsuya during a school day.

# The Normal Day: Observations from a Distance

*The classroom fills with the usual morning chatter, students clustering in their social groups before the bell. I keep my movements deliberately casual as I place my books on my desk, though my attention remains fixed on the door, waiting.*

*When Tatsuya Kaname enters, I nearly drop my pencil case.*

*He looks... normal. Completely, utterly normal. His uniform is properly buttoned, his pink hair neatly combed rather than hidden under his usual beanie. He even nods politely to Yamamoto-sensei before taking his seat by the window.*

*Something is very wrong.*

*I catch Nagisa's eye across the room. She's noticed too—her lilac eyes widening slightly before she composes her expression. We've known Tatsuya Kaname for years now, watched his grief calcify into obsession, his anger sharpen into purpose. The boy who enters our classroom today moves differently, his usual tightly-wound energy replaced by something almost... serene.*

*"Good morning, Chitose-san," he says as he passes my desk, his voice neutral but not hostile.*

*"Good morning, Kaname-kun," I respond automatically, studying his face for clues. The dark circles under his eyes suggest another night of poor sleep, but there's something else—a strange clarity in his gaze that wasn't there before.*

*I discreetly touch my Soul Gem ring, allowing a whisper of magic to extend toward him—not enough to be detected by Kyubey if he's watching, but sufficient to sense general emotional states. It's a technique Kyoko-neechan taught me for identifying potential witch-kiss victims.*

*What I feel from Tatsuya stops me cold: not the jagged spikes of anger I've grown accustomed to monitoring, but something deeper, colder, more controlled. Like magma cooling into obsidian—no less deadly, but now capable of holding an edge.*

*The morning lessons pass in a blur as I maintain my peripheral awareness of him. He takes notes diligently, raises his hand to answer questions about last night's math homework, behaves like any other dedicated student. Only someone who has watched him as closely as Nagisa and I have would notice the subtle differences—the way his eyes occasionally unfocus, staring at something beyond the classroom walls; the careful precision with which he now moves, as if testing a new way of inhabiting his body.*

*When lunch period arrives, Nagisa and I exchange a look before implementing our prearranged plan. We can't risk discussing him openly, not with Kyubey potentially monitoring, but we need information.*

*"Kaname-kun," Nagisa calls cheerfully, approaching his desk with her bento. "Would you like to eat lunch with us today? The courtyard is lovely with all the cherry blossoms."*

*I watch him carefully, expecting his usual polite refusal. Instead, he hesitates, then nods.*

*"Actually, that sounds nice," he says, gathering his lunch bag. "Thank you for the invitation."*

*Concealing my shock requires every bit of composure I've developed over years of living my double life. We guide him to our usual spot beneath the cherry trees, settling onto the stone bench in dappled sunlight. Pink petals drift around us, some landing on Tatsuya's shoulders. He doesn't brush them away.*

*"How are you finding Dr. Satomi?" I ask casually, opening my bento. The question is carefully calibrated—neither revealing that we know more than we should, nor so disinterested as to seem unnatural.*

*Tatsuya's chopsticks pause halfway to his mouth. A microexpression flickers across his face—surprise, calculation, decision.*

*"Interesting," he says finally. "Different from my previous doctors."*

*"My cousin in Kamihama sees a therapist there," Nagisa offers, maintaining our cover story. "She says the medical center has some innovative approaches."*

*"Innovative is one word for it," Tatsuya agrees, his tone giving nothing away. He takes a bite of rice, chews thoughtfully, then looks directly at me. "Chitose-san, have you ever been to Kamihama City?"*

*The question seems innocent enough, but there's a new sharpness behind it—a test.*

*"Once or twice with family," I answer carefully. "The shopping district is quite nice."*

*He nods, turning his attention to Nagisa. "And you, Momoe-san?"*

*"A few times," she replies with practiced casualness. "My aunt lives near the central plaza."*

*Something shifts in Tatsuya's expression—subtle, but unmistakable. He doesn't believe us. Or rather, he believes we're hiding something.*

*For a few minutes, we eat in silence, the conversation apparently abandoned. Then Tatsuya looks up at the cherry trees, their branches swaying gently in the spring breeze.*

*"They're beautiful, aren't they?" he says softly. "Madoka-neechan loved cherry blossoms. Said they reminded her that beautiful things don't need to last forever to matter."*

*The sudden mention of his sister—something he almost never does voluntarily—catches us both off guard.*

*"That's a lovely thought," I manage, genuine emotion slipping past my guard. For a moment, I'm reminded of the families I've helped as both healer and harvester—those I've saved, and those I've helped find peace through death when saving was impossible.*

*"Yes," Tatsuya continues, watching a petal spiral down to land on his lunch box. "I've been thinking about that a lot lately—about impermanence. About letting go."*

*Nagisa and I exchange the briefest glance. This philosophical, almost peaceful Tatsuya is more concerning than his previous angry obsession. It suggests a decision has been made.*

*"That sounds like a healthy perspective," Nagisa offers carefully.*

*Tatsuya's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Perspective changes everything, doesn't it? How we see an event depends entirely on where we're standing when we observe it."*

*The hair on the back of my neck rises. He's not talking about cherry blossoms anymore.*

*"Sometimes we need others to help us see things clearly," I suggest, watching his reaction closely.*

*"And sometimes others deliberately obscure our vision," he counters smoothly. "For their own purposes."*

*Before either of us can respond to this veiled accusation, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch period. Tatsuya gathers his things with that new, precise economy of movement.*

*"Thank you for sharing your lunch spot," he says, his tone once again pleasantly neutral. "It was... illuminating."*

*As he walks away, a cherry blossom petal drifts from his shoulder—but instead of falling normally, it seems to hover momentarily before being carried away by a breeze that touches nothing else.*

*Nagisa waits until he's well out of earshot before whispering, "Something's happened. He knows something."*

*I nod, my fingers instinctively checking my Soul Gem. It remains clear, but the sense of foreboding grows stronger.*

*"Dr. Satomi must have told him something about the magical world," I whisper back. "But not everything. Not the truth about what happens to magical girls."*

*"What do we do?" Nagisa asks, her usual cheerfulness replaced by genuine concern.*

*I watch Tatsuya's retreating figure, remembering the countless magical girls I've encountered in my work—those I've healed when possible, those I've granted mercy when healing was beyond reach. The weight of those decisions has shaped me, taught me that sometimes the kindest choice is also the most terrible.*

*"We tell Kyoko-neechan," I decide finally. "And we prepare for the possibility that Tatsuya Kaname may need to be stopped, not saved."*

*As we gather our things to return to class, I find myself studying the cherry blossoms more closely. They are indeed beautiful in their impermanence—delicate, fleeting, and in the right circumstances, carried by winds we cannot see toward destinations we cannot predict.*

*Much like the pink-haired boy who now walks the halls of our school wearing calm like a mask over something much darker taking root within.*


Tatsuya Kaname (hateful)

Kyoko has a meeting with Yuma and Nagisa.


Kyoko Sakura

Explanation:
This prompt is asking me to write a scene where Kyoko meets with Yuma and Nagisa to discuss the situation with Tatsuya, likely following up on the previous scene where Yuma decided they needed to tell Kyoko about Tatsuya's concerning behavior at school.

Key elements to include:
1. Kyoko's perspective and leadership role among the three
2. The meeting location - likely somewhere private where they can discuss magical girl matters
3. Yuma and Nagisa reporting what they observed about Tatsuya's changed demeanor
4. Discussion of Dr. Satomi's involvement and potential manipulation
5. Developing a plan for what to do about Tatsuya
6. Kyoko's no-nonsense, pragmatic approach contrasted with potential concern from the younger magical girls

The tone should be:
- Strategic and focused - they're dealing with a potential threat
- Showing Kyoko's leadership style - direct, sometimes harsh, but protective
- Maintaining the established characterizations (Kyoko's bluntness, Yuma's analytical nature, Nagisa's more emotional perspective)

I should include references to:
- The magical girl system and their responsibilities
- Their history of monitoring Tatsuya
- The broader implications of Tatsuya potentially being drawn into the magical world
- The danger of Dr. Satomi's influence

For this scene, I'll write from Kyoko's perspective, showing her taking charge of the situation while processing the information from the younger magical girls, then developing a plan of action that reflects her pragmatic, sometimes ruthless approach to problems.

# Strategy Session: The Three Guardians

*The abandoned arcade at the edge of Mitakihara's shopping district has been my unofficial headquarters for years. The electricity still works—I made sure of that with some creative rewiring—but the games remain dark except for the single Dance Dance Revolution machine in the corner, its screen casting multicolored shadows across our impromptu meeting space.*

"Run that by me again," *I say, tossing an apple core into the trash and grabbing another from my bag.* "You're saying Kaname was acting normal?"

*Yuma nods, leaning against a defunct Pac-Man cabinet.* "Too normal. Like someone flipped a switch. No visible anger, no furtive behavior. He even joined us for lunch voluntarily."

"Which he's never done before," *Nagisa adds, sitting cross-legged atop the prize counter.* "And he was saying strange things about perspective and how beautiful things don't need to last forever."

*I bite into my apple with a sharp crunch, letting the tart flavor distract me from the alarm bells ringing in my head.*

"And this was the day after his second session with Dr. Satomi?"

*They both nod.*

"Fuck," *I mutter, pacing between the silent game cabinets.* "This is moving faster than we thought. Did either of you sense anything from his Soul Gem potential?"

*Yuma's expression grows more serious.* "That's what concerned me most. His emotional signature has changed completely. Before, it was all jagged peaks of anger and obsession. Now it's smooth, cold, focused—like magma cooled into obsidian."

"Controlled rather than calmed," *I translate, understanding immediately the difference Yuma is describing.* "Satomi's told him something that's changed his approach."

*Nagisa fidgets with the hem of her skirt.* "Do you think she told him about Oriko? About what really happened to his sister?"

*I toss my apple core, catch it with a decisive snap.* "Partial truth is Satomi's specialty. Enough to hook him, not enough to give him the full picture." *I turn to face them both directly.* "The question is what game she's playing. Why Tatsuya Kaname?"

*Yuma and Nagisa exchange glances—the look of people who've discussed something privately before bringing it to me.*

"Out with it," *I demand, recognizing that look all too well.*

*Yuma straightens, meeting my gaze directly.* "We think it might be because of his connection to Madoka. His dreams, his ability to see Kyubey without being a contractee—these aren't normal, even for someone with magical potential."

"And?" *I prompt, knowing there's more.*

*Nagisa takes over, her voice dropping lower.* "And there are... legends. About a magical girl who rewrote reality itself. Some call her the Law of Cycles."

*I keep my expression carefully neutral, though my grip on the apple core tightens until juice runs over my fingers.* "Urban legends. Campfire stories magical girls tell each other."

"Maybe," *Yuma concedes.* "But Tatsuya's dreams about his sister match those legends in disturbing detail—a goddess-like figure who prevents witches from being born. And his ability to see through the veil between worlds is extremely rare."

*I toss the crushed apple core into the trash with unnecessary force.* "So what? Satomi believes in some magical girl messiah and thinks Kaname's connected to her? That's thin."

"It fits her pattern though," *Nagisa points out.* "The Wings of Magius was founded on the belief that magical girls could escape their fate. If she thinks Tatsuya has some special connection to this 'Law of Cycles,' she might see him as a tool to further that goal."

*I walk to the Dance Dance Revolution machine and slam my palm against the start button. The game springs to life, neon colors washing over us as electronic beats fill the silence. I select a song at random, letting the aggressive rhythm match my thoughts as I consider our options.*

*My feet move automatically through the familiar patterns while I think. The situation breaks down like this: Tatsuya Kaname, a boy with unusual magical potential and possible connection to forces we don't fully understand, is being manipulated by Dr. Touka Satomi, a magical girl scientist with a history of extremist beliefs and unethical experimentation. Kyubey is almost certainly watching, waiting for the ideal moment to offer a contract. And we—three magical girls with limited resources—are the only ones positioned to intervene.*

*The song ends. Perfect score. I turn back to Yuma and Nagisa, decision made.*

"We have four options," *I announce, holding up my fingers to count them off.* "One: we continue watching and waiting. Two: we approach Kaname directly, tell him everything Satomi isn't, and hope he believes us over her. Three: we take more aggressive action to keep him away from Satomi. Four: we eliminate the threat entirely."

*Nagisa's eyes widen at the last option.* "You don't mean—"

"All options are on the table," *I cut her off, my voice hardening.* "This isn't just about one boy's trauma anymore. If Satomi's experimenting with forces she doesn't understand—forces connected to the fundamental laws governing magical girls and witches—the consequences could be catastrophic."

*Yuma slides off the arcade cabinet, her expression thoughtful rather than shocked.* "Option two seems most logical. Counter Satomi's partial truths with the complete picture."

"And if that fails?" *I challenge.*

*She meets my gaze without flinching.* "Then we reassess. But Tatsuya Kaname deserves the chance to make informed choices. He's been denied that for five years."

*I consider this, turning to Nagisa.* "Your thoughts?"

*Nagisa hesitates, conflict clear on her face.* "I agree with Yuma about informing him, but... we should be prepared for the possibility that knowing everything might push him toward contracting, not away from it. If he learns the truth about what happened to his sister..."

"He might decide to wish her back," *I finish for her.* "Or worse, wish for some kind of cosmic justice that could tear reality apart."

*I pace again, weighing our limited options against the potential consequences. Part of me—the hardened survivor who's lost too many people to this cruel system—wants to jump straight to option four. Clean, decisive, guaranteed to eliminate the threat. But another part—the part that still remembers my father's teachings before everything went to hell—rebels against punishing a boy for simply seeking truth about his sister's death.*

"We approach him," *I decide finally.* "But not at school. Not at home. We need neutral ground where neither Satomi nor Kyubey is likely to interfere." *I look at Yuma.* "Can you track his movements using your familiars?"

*She nods.* "Already am. He's been visiting the abandoned Mikuni estate. Goes there to... think, apparently."

*That catches my attention.* "The Mikuni estate? Why would he—" *I stop as understanding dawns.* "Satomi told him about Oriko. About her role in his sister's death."

*Nagisa's expression falls.* "That's cruel. Giving him a target for his hatred without the context to understand why it happened."

"Classic manipulation," *I agree grimly.* "And effective. Give him someone to blame, then position yourself as the only one offering answers and justice." *I crack my knuckles, decision solidifying.* "Tomorrow afternoon. We intercept him at the Mikuni estate. All three of us. Full disclosure."

*Yuma raises an eyebrow.* "All three? Isn't that overkill?"

"No such thing in this situation," *I reply flatly.* "You've seen his potential. If things go sideways, I want enough firepower present to contain the situation."

*The unspoken implication hangs in the air: if Tatsuya reacts badly to the truth, if he poses a genuine threat, we'll be positioned to neutralize that threat permanently.*

*Nagisa looks troubled by this, but doesn't object. She's young, but not naive—five years as a magical girl has taught her that sometimes terrible choices are the only ones available.*

"What exactly do we tell him?" *she asks instead.* "The truth about magical girls becoming witches? About Kyubey's system? About what really happened to his sister?"

*I consider this carefully, weighing truth against risk.* "Everything about how the system works. Enough about his sister to give him closure without encouraging revenge fantasies. Nothing about the Law of Cycles legends unless he brings it up first."

*Yuma nods, satisfied with this approach.* "And if Kyubey appears during our conversation?"

*My lip curls into something between a smile and a snarl.* "Then I get to work off some frustration. That rat knows better than to mess with me directly."

*I move to the center of our makeshift meeting space, instinctively taking the leadership position I've held since Mami died.* "Tomorrow, 4 PM. We meet here first, then move to the Mikuni estate together. Bring enough grief seeds to maintain full power, just in case."

*As they nod in agreement, I feel the familiar weight of responsibility settling more heavily on my shoulders. Five years ago, I would have walked away from this mess without a second thought. But now...*

*Now I have people I need to protect. A system I need to work within, however corrupt. And despite my best efforts to remain detached, a stubborn moral core that refuses to let me abandon a confused kid to Kyubey's manipulations or Satomi's experiments.*

"One more thing," *I add as we prepare to leave.* "If this goes bad—if Kaname contracts before we can reach him, or if Satomi has already pushed him too far—I take responsibility for what happens next. Not you two. Understood?"

*They exchange glances but eventually nod, understanding the implication. If Tatsuya Kaname needs to be dealt with permanently, I'll be the one to carry that weight.*

*As we exit the abandoned arcade, returning to our separate lives until tomorrow's intervention, I find myself looking up at the evening sky. Somewhere out there, witches roam, magical girls fight, and the endless cycle continues. All because some alien decided human emotion was the perfect fuel source for countering entropy.*

*"What a messed-up system," I mutter, biting into my last apple as I walk away.*

*But messed up or not, it's the only system we've got. And protecting it—even from well-meaning humans who stumble too close to its dark heart—is the job I've taken on.*

*Even if it means making choices I'll never be able to explain to the priest I once called father.*


Tatsuya Kaname (hateful)

Tatsuya Kaname (hateful) has another session with Dr Touka. An enthusiastic one.

A trivial slip of the tongue: "What needs to be done that Orikos never kill Madokas ever again?"