“...And it’s clear you don’t know Madoka, or the Law of Cycles as a whole, either.” A pause, before she shakes her head, “But you couldn’t, could you? Not with the wish you made. One who wished for immortality could never understand the hope for a good end.”
Homura steps forward, her voice level as she continues, “But perhaps I could elucidate you on a few things. First… The Law of Cycles was never about saving a magical girl in her mortal form. It was about saving a magical girl’s soul, stopping them from becoming the very monsters they fight. Madoka knew exactly what she was doing when she made her Wish… And so did I. It was a task we accepted willingly, and one that every magical girl understands when making their wish.”
Another step forward, her heels clacking audibly against the pave-stones, “Second… I am not hope. I am the one who protects magical girls against the cruel fate the Incubators imposed on them, and the Incubators themselves… I am a guardian, a shield. One that you cannot hope to break.”
One final step and she’s within arms reach of the dark magical girl, “Third… The opposition to you has nothing to do with the Law of Cycles. You would be fought against regardless of whether we existed, because other magical girls are going to recognize your words for what they are— An impossibility. A vain attempt to cling to a corpse, to return to something long gone. Your words and actions are no different than those of the Incubators, and the Entelechy is one of them. They’re no different from the others at their core, and they’re doing what they always do; manipulate children to whichever ends they choose.”
She crosses her arms, looking down upon Noriko as she finishes, “She knew you were coming. Madoka, the Law of Cycles. She gazed upon your coming just as she did all the demon would do, and without a doubt, she has prepared for it. If you want to test yourself against her mettle, that’s your prerogative… But even with clouded vision, I know it’s doomed to fail.”
Finally, the veil of mortality is lifted, and in her minds’ eye Noriko would see the Law of Cycles as She is once again; the middle-woman replaced with that same being, clad in white, ageless, glorious, and practically radiating might. “I spoke to you today out of kindness, Kimura Noriko.” She does not raise her voice, but it rumbles through Noriko body and soul regardless, threatening to rip her asunder, “But if you intend to provoke me, you may well get your wish. Do not doubt my willingness to put down a threat.” With her words, a vision would force its way into Noriko’s mind; the Entelechy and its forces reduced to dust on the wind, with her contract rendered null and void.
“You are meddling with forces beyond your ken, child. That anger will serve only to cast you into the grave, immortal or not.” With that, the moment passes, and the vision with it, and Homura stares down at Noriko with something akin to pity.
“...I understand the desires that led you down this path. Really, I do. My own were very similar, once. …They still are, to an extent. But you must look around you with clarity. Take in your situation for what it is, not what you want it to be. Or you’ll be doomed to a sad, miserable life.”
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