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“What was your wish again? That you could apologize to your friend?”
“Fuck you.” The girl spits, red phlegm spattering on the dusty concrete floor.
“I suppose it did give you something useful. Being able to send out messages to anyone is pretty decent, as far as magic goes.” The magical girl smiles, swinging her cane around lazily. “As long as you have recipients, that is.”
The girl remains silent, trying to squirm against the thin fibers locking her in place.
“Still, arranging an in-person meeting? When you know the killer could have been listening too? There weren’t many things you could’ve done that would have been dumber than that.”
She already knew she was a dumbass. She didn’t need to be reminded. As long as the other magical girls could be safer, that’s all she cared about.
“And, you know what the best part is?” The blonde girl sits on an old crate, resting her chin on her hand. “You actually helped me out quite a bit! I wouldn’t be able to do this if it weren’t for you!”
…what. Alice slowly looks up.
“I hadn’t realized Kyubey managed to contract two other girls in the city! In fact, after tracking you down, I thought I’d be pretty much done!”
No. No no no, she was lying, that couldn’t be right.
“So thanks, messenger-girl! You helped me find who I may have to deal with next!”
Did she fuck up? Did she really fuck up? Are those girls going to be killed now because of her-?
The blonde girl presses onto her soul gem. The girl screams out in pain. “You know, there’s still another way you could help me out! It’s almost comical, how much help you’re giving me!”
No. Please no. She couldn’t Witch out. Not here. Not now.
The blonde girl grins. “I’ll use you to see just what they’re capable of! After all, it’s best to go into these things prepared!”
The girl’s soul gem cracks.
---Ѧ The Girl who Hates the Cold, End Ѧ---
