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>Step into the long red bus.
λ Sana: Law of Cycles-san, I’m getting into the bus.
You didn’t even give the command yet and she’s already eager to carry it out. You feel as if you’ve picked the right choice, which means that you may be afraid of arguing with Sana… Well, now that you’ve got the choice to not think about that you’ll take it. Letting the awful sign fall where it may, you jump on that purple shoulder. With firm, careful steps, the Emissary of the Law of Cycles climbs into the bus.
Bus Driver: …
The man, bald with a clean, unsettling chin, says nothing, and points at nothing. Likely, the fare has already been paid. This Pink Kyubey has no heart, but if that’s how it is then Futaba-chan’s was seized by the Rumor. The bus starts moving- like in the Rumor’s name, in the opposite direction.
λ Sana: (Oh… there aren’t many passengers yet?)
You wonder if people can hear Sana, since she’s talking through telepathy now. At any rate, this may confirm that the Rumor has barely started standing on two legs, meaning that Homura /did/ screw you over. From Sana’s shoulder, you peek through the window- and even your actual ears perk up. When the bus took a corner, it was as if the urban Osakan landscape had been cut and stuck to that of a snowy rural village’s- as if merged together. Suddenly, the bus is in another place. Suddenly, it’s kinda cold.
λ Sana: (Oh, no… They look so crestfallen.)
The few seats taken, at least in this wagon, only have very quiet-looking people sitting on them. Mumbling. Mumbling a lot.
Man with ‘I love dinosaurs’ shirt: I knew it… My height isn’t enough… I look weak…
Glasses-wearing female sushi chef: It’s my face, isn’t it? My face is odd. How do I change that?
Mangaka-looking guy: I-I stuttered so much- why am I like this…!
λ Sana: (They must have been rejected by their one true love. It must have been so sad and painful… But, maybe they haven’t known each other enough? How much time- ah!?)
Simply walking through, a man draws a whimper from Sana as he knocks her aside and into a seat, then takes one for himself. Right; people can’t see her, but this guy didn’t even mind that half his body crashed into something. You finish Sana’s thought: just how much time does the bus give you to get the other’s approval? How much is enough? Does it wait until you either get loved or rejected? How does this Rumor work? Instead of standing up again, the Magical Girl of Mikazuki Villa shifted her butt to the next seat, the one with the now tarnished window. Now, as the bus takes another corner in reverse, the snowy village is merged with a road next to a beach.
λ Sana: (Kaname-san; how do the passengers know when it’s their turn?)
How should I know? The Rumor didn’t even talk about that.
