It was a good thing that Garmura already patrolled the tower habitually. It was a dangerous place and easy for someone to become lost or wander into danger. Some floors seemed aimed at making danger come to you. It had crossed her mind in the weeks since finding her moe self here that she no longer only had to look out for Madoka. It was kind of silly, actually, that she had to look out for herself in this strange way.

It was also kind of silly and strange to hear herself scream. It had been faint at best, but it was hard not to recognize your own voice. Time stopped and restarted, bringing Homura closer to floor thirty. She heard two loud bangs as she arrived, peering over the stairs into the darkness below. It had to be her. If not, then at least there was someone down there. Someone who Homura stopped time for. Who she jumped over the railing for, transforming as she fell. Who she was standing in front of when time resumed its pace, who she had drawn a gun for, and who she was spending bullets to save.

Looking over her shoulder, she was able to confirm that the other person was herself. Her stupid, naive, careless self. Now bleeding and probably horrified. Likely panicking. Maybe about to taint her soul gem dumbly. Garmura did not say anything. Garmura saw one of the monsters she had shot twitch, so calmly turned her body to face it and delivered a kill shot. Then she slipped her weapon back into her hammerspace and properly approached Moemura.

"Can you stand?"