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♬ : stuck in an elevator together

☂ : stuck in a basement after an earthquake

Oktavia bit her lip as she felt anxiety and trepidation welling up. The mall’s basement floors were still under renovation, but she’d wandered down under on account of nostalgia. Even though she didn’t remember all the events that transpired, she did remember it’s where she’d met Madoka and Kyubey, and had just wanted to reflect on the changes.

"Here, have my jacket"

"Do we have any more blankets?"

"I think I/you have frostbite"

"You're shivering"

"It's not that cold"

"Let's get a fire going"

"Just think warm thoughts"

"We're snowed in"

"Do you want to build a snowman?"

"Your lips are turning blue"

"I can't feel my feet"

"Make sure you bring a jacket"

Weekends when Madoka was busy were the worst. Homura was practically never around, and without Kyouko and Mami to spend time with, Oktavia was basically alone. Lethargically exploring Mitakihara had worn out it’s welcome as a pass-time after the first few walkabouts, and she really didn’t have the patience to try and marvel at the ultra-modern structure if she’d seen it hundreds of times before.

Stopping by a local cafe, Oktavia attempted to pass her boredom while she nursed a dessert in the window seat. Watching the passerby’s on the street, she began assigning them to the type of character they’d be in a generic anime; Harem protagonist, Air-headed loli- All the basics.

However, as she watched, a familiar golden light caught the girl’s eye, and she focused in on the glint. A lightbulb went off in her mind, and within seconds, Oktavia had was flying out of the restaurant, following behind the figure. Bounding by the other people on the streets, the girl was quick to catch up with the senpai she’d though had left, reaching her hand out to the elder girl’s shoulder.

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             “—–I nearly became a witch.”

       The poked at her soul gem, making the red splatter inside twitch for a moment.

                             “ I entered a down spiral, and got too reckless and nearly died. Until someone came to my rescue, some one powerful. They told me that would save me, take out what was rotting me. And this was the price I paid for another chance at life. She ripped apart my mind – my soul – and took part of my sanity, and this replaced it.

                                                    Immediately after, I couldn’t control it and I murdered seven people…. and now I have to constantly fight for control or… I snap.”

“That’s...” Oktavia trailed off, the words she’d been thinking dying. She didn’t know what to tell Sayaka that could help. The story resonated so deeply in the Witch’s heart- Someone coming to the rescue and a terrible payment to start again. "We...Really just...That’s...” Oktavia attempted to speak again, but realized she couldn’t this time either- Because her voice was breaking and she was tearing up, and she was already moping her face with her sleeve. It wasn’t so much the tragic course of Sayaka’s story, but how much of the same the girl felt. She might not know insanity, but she knew what it was like to go down that spiral, what it was like to pay a price; what it was like to be the cause of someone’s death- Without warning, Oktavia stepped closer to Sayaka, pulling her into an encouraging embrace despite the fact she’d started crying herself.