Homura looked upward at Kyubey, through the condensation falling down her glasses. She shivered at the choice she was going to make, both with fear and anticipation.

It wasn't right for Madoka to have to fight alone. It wasn't right for them to lose Mami just before everything was going to be okay.

It wasn't right for her to stay by the wayside, protected, when she should have jumped into the fray. The thoughts crept along her weak heart and pulled horribly.

She was going to make it right, turn this sorrow into victory.

"Make me a magical girl, Kyubey."