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White cats that talk and grant wishes- once over her initial dread, Wakoko can’t keep her curiosity in check, not with something so undeniably alien.
Wakoko: How- how can you talk? Cats don’t talk. Do you have vocal chords? How-
She notices them
Wakoko: -are those rings around your ears being held in place by magnetism?
/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I am not a cat, and I am not talking, Wakoko. I’m speaking directly to your heart through telepathy. As for my composition, the technology employed in it is too advanced for your civilization to understand. It would take humanity millions of years to grasp these concepts.
It’s the telepathy that sells it; all of the rest could be explained, all of it could be an expertly designed artifice. But she’s hearing it inside her head. It’s hard proof of the kind that makes her shiver, even in her current sorry state.
/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I don’t have much time, Wakoko. Do you have a wish in mind already?
Wakoko: Wait! What… what are Witches? Are they scary?
/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Yes. Witches are dangerous. They attack innocent people, and are the cause of many crimes and even incidents that human society considers natural disasters. You would be saving a lot of people if you become a Magical Girl.
‘Witches are dangerous’. People are dangerous, and she’s already going to have to live with them. But despite those hints of hatred that she still keeps from her heart, Wakoko does give the wish the thought that it deserves. First; guts aren’t disgusting, they are squishy and frail, and people treat them poorly with the way they eat- and it would be nice if they were nice to them. Second, she always wanted a friend, and has been pursuing that goal in earnest for a long time already. Asking for one could defeat the purpose, it would be cheating, Wakoko knows, but… at this point, she truly wonders if that would be the only way. And third, but not least, it’s the fact that everyone hates her right now. True or not, but it’s what she feels, and that feeling is fierce enough to haunt her. So; Wakoko thinks about it for a bit. She has set the filters, the conditions: now she has to fulfill them all at once.
/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I see. You are a cautious person, Wakoko.
It is true; but, at the same time, she wouldn’t mind fighting Witches if it saves people. It’s what a good girl would do. Dad is people. The man that gave her takoyaki is people. Junko is people. After all went through, even if she wanted, Wakoko still can't believe that people aren’t worth fighting for.
Wakoko: I know.
It wasn’t hard. Wakoko ponders it some more, looks for holes in her logic, spends her newfound hope overheating her head to test her wish relentlessly. But like driving a Ferrari into a wall she’s met with the dread that Kyubey leaves, and so, on impulse, with no more second thoughts, she closes her eyes and speaks:
>I want EVERYONE and EVERYTHING to appreciate my genius!
