thenotesofaveryoddgirl:
Madoka just watches Rin’s movments, looking more and more like they gor slapped as she brushed off the hug. Green eyes turn to the floor, not wishing to look at the girl they love so much anymore, because it hurt so much.
“Because I need a picture- I need my favorite thing in the world on my wall- and I barely have any survivng pictures of my family.” They look like a mess, they are aware, blonde, blue and light blue mixing at the top of a hair they didn’t care for ever since, and the fact there were days where they could feel the spear slicing them did not help.
“Do you really don’t remember anything? The simulation?” There is a question hanging in the air, but Mado doesn’t dare to ask it. Do you really not remember anything about me?
---- Now this was just getting... strange. This person, whom Rin had never met before, was now insinuating that she was... their favorite thing in the world. Or, at least, that’s what Rin could gather from the way Madoka was speaking. There was... almost a familiarity tugging at her, but... nothing. Not a damned thing. Not that Rin ever felt anything anyway... she was practically an empty husk, devoid of emotion and any feeling.
“ Is there something I should be remembering? ” The Engineer asked, in as cold of a tone as ever. Again, there... _was_ something that Rin felt she was forgetting, but she wasn’t exactly one to dwell on things like that, so...
Now, to address the question about the ‘picture’, or whatever.
“ I don’t like people taking my picture. ”
















