oh, my god.
i remembered that madoka was happier as a magical girl. i remembered that she was much more confident in herself, having found a way she can do good for others. i remembered that it was what gave her life meaning.
what i forgot was that even in death, she was happy.
she was perfectly willing to die. she had lived a short but fulfilling life, and had no regrets at its end. she didn’t even consider turning back, knowing full well she couldn’t win.
yet homura made her wish anyway, thus dooming her to an endless loop filled with regrets, self-deprecation and a sense of unfuilfillment, all of which were never there originally.
homura, you terrible, terrible, selfish girl.