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Rin’s attention snapped towards the voice, eyes instantly narrowing into a glare.

     “You’re the one who came to me.” Rin said, still trying to keep his tone harsh and threatening regardless of his nerves. “So I think it is my concern.”

And then he tackled her.

Screw the guns, screw the bombs, he uses his own body to force the devil onto the ground, his hands wrapping tightly around her neck. Homura’s glasses had fallen off from the force. ❝I’m going to rip you into pieces. Over and over and over again. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll just try something else. Fill you with lead, burn you into ash, bury you alive if I must.❞

❝I will tear your powers from you and send your body back to hell as dust.❞

«« He spins on his heel, gun pointed at the other’s head. Homura tried not to show his horror at the recovering wound. Yuck. ❝Why would I be thankful for such a thing!?❞

“You think I was thankful about it when that happened to me? It took me a long time to understand what Madoka really wanted --to understand why she decided to be who she became. And now--” Grabbing her counterpart by the collar, she decides to go against her initial plans; she, once again, transfers her memories, feeding him her rebellion, her devil transformation, and her current state: full of guilt, suicidal attempts, and the desire to be gone from this plane of existence.  “--I only understood it after I became a devil.”

“Mmmmmeeeeeeee, drunk!? Nnnnoooo! I juuuuuust haaad a little~ sakeeeee…”

Rin’s attention snapped towards the voice, eyes instantly narrowing into a glare.

-Louder stomach growling!-

«« He freezes as he feels the other’s lips on his, barely a touch really, but he contact was there. Homura’s mind took a few seconds to register the girl’s words. His face switches from one of shock to one of apathy. At least on the outside.

«« ❝What have you done to my beautiful self…?❞ Okay this is ridiculous let’s get serious here kiddies.

In that instance, her eyes widen and a magical surge spirals her memories to the latter, revealing all of her time travels, her affairs, and most importantly, the fact that Madoka becomes a Goddess, of whom gifts Homura with her ribbon and new powers. She did not, however, reveal the memories of her rebellion and devilish doings.

Drawing back, Homura parts her lips. “There’s your proof.”

❝T-that’s… There’s no way… You can’t be… I… I…!

Another fit of laughter fills the devil’s vocal chords, for she is beyond amused by her reflection’s choice of words. Her earring waves fiercely upon the rowdy juddering, and begin to still itself when the devil finishes her cackling session.

Stepping forward, Homura laces her fingers through the youngling’s strands, tracing the outline of the male’s ear. In the moments between her traces, a duplicate earring takes form, matching alongside the devil’s.

«« ❝…O-oi! I asked first! You can’t just throw the question back at me without giving an answer! Answer the question properly…!❞ He yells, pointing a finger at the thief. ❝And give me back my glasses! They totally don’t suit you…❞

It isn’t until after a minute later did the devil cease her laughter, for she then takes off said glasses and leans in close to her counterpart.

“Homura Akemi,” The devil smiles satisfyingly while putting the pair of glasses in her double’s hands, “a pleasure to meet you.”

Ouch.

❝Y-you can’t just appear in front of people like that! That’s obviously a complete safety hazard!❞ Homura blurts out, not putting much thought into his words. He tries to glare at the person, before pink lightly dusts his cheeks when his thoughts catch up to what he had said. ❝I-I mean, who are you…!?❞

“Why, the real question is: who are you?” The devil responds, putting on the red glasses on herself.

«« Homura couldn’t help feel as if someone was following him. An odd thing, really, since he knew there weren’t any Witches around and he was certain that there weren’t supposed any magical girls around this area. Was it just a normal human, or perhaps something else…? Maybe it was just paranoia…

But she had other plans than to mingle in personal issues; she was going to make use of this time. A conversation with herself --himself-- no less.