week four - sunday morning - madoka

[arockstar]

[Newt finally finds Madoka in the game room, of all places. It's a bit of an odd choice for her, but he's not complaining. There's weird stuff happening in the courtyard, anyway.

He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets.]

I'm sorry about your hand.

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[frilly]

But you couldn't wish for it?

[ She's not questioning him to accuse - but to understand. She doesn't understand his struggle at all, but she believes that it exists. ]

[arockstar]

What would I be wishing for, exactly? That's the problem. I'm not going to ask the gods to fix it for me without outlining a specific solution. That's a monkey's paw waiting to happen.

[He sighs, running a hand through his hair.]

I'll have time to figure it out, I suppose.

[frilly]

You're right.

If you aren't careful what you wish for, the despair will always come back to balance out the hope you were given. And you can't change things too recklessly if you don't understand them.

[ This is something that she deeply understands. ]

[arockstar]

[He nods, glad they're on the same page.]

The best door number three I can think of is undoing the past ten years, but that's not even a guarantee. I'll have to make some of the same mistakes over again in order to save everyone, and there's a strong possibility I'd just end up right back where I started. That'd be a waste.

[frilly]

I really wish that the gods would help people figure out their wishes... Or let them discuss it with other people from home before deciding on it.

[ because this isn't the first time she's heard someone frustrated at the weight of a wish. ]

[arockstar]

Mm. Now there's an idea.

[He hadn't thought of that before, honestly, but she's got a point.]

The gods certainly could've spared me the trouble of having to figure all this out on my own. Maybe things would've gone differently.

[He shrugs.]