Kyoko shakes her head. "I remember." Of course she does. "I grew up listening to his words... I loved them. But..." She shakes her head again. She doesn't think she can say them. Doesn't really... feel like she has any right to. But it's too early to explain that yet. So, uncharacteristically, she leaves the thought incomplete, and goes back to her story.
"So... I became a magical girl. And the next day... The church was full again. Every day, more and more people showed up to hear what my father had to say. My wish came true. And for a while, everything was good again. We had food to eat, and my father was happy. I put my all into hunting witches. They're the cause of a lot of suffering and misfortune, so, of course, like an idiot, I thought -- The two of us, we were saving the world together. Me and my dad."
There isn't much left of the apple. She's chewed it down to the slimmest, barely the core left over. She stares at it in her hand... and grins. But there's nothing happy in that grin. It's reflexive, a little feral, a little difficult to control.
"But, then, see... He found out. A witch had showed up in our church, controlling people, so that they'd try to burn it down. I couldn't let that happen. I defeated the witch, and saved the church, but... He found me there. In the middle of all the passed out people, and the stuff they were gonna use to burn down the church, and still dressed as a magical girl. So I told him the truth. About my wish. About what it did. About how all those people were coming, not because they really believed... But because my magic made them."
Her grin widens. "Did you know? A magical girl... She gets more than just the power to fight from her contract. She gets special magic, unique to her. It's different for everyone, because everyone's wishes are different. And me? I... I could make illusions."
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"So... I became a magical girl. And the next day... The church was full again. Every day, more and more people showed up to hear what my father had to say. My wish came true. And for a while, everything was good again. We had food to eat, and my father was happy. I put my all into hunting witches. They're the cause of a lot of suffering and misfortune, so, of course, like an idiot, I thought -- The two of us, we were saving the world together. Me and my dad."
There isn't much left of the apple. She's chewed it down to the slimmest, barely the core left over. She stares at it in her hand... and grins. But there's nothing happy in that grin. It's reflexive, a little feral, a little difficult to control.
"But, then, see... He found out. A witch had showed up in our church, controlling people, so that they'd try to burn it down. I couldn't let that happen. I defeated the witch, and saved the church, but... He found me there. In the middle of all the passed out people, and the stuff they were gonna use to burn down the church, and still dressed as a magical girl. So I told him the truth. About my wish. About what it did. About how all those people were coming, not because they really believed... But because my magic made them."
Her grin widens. "Did you know? A magical girl... She gets more than just the power to fight from her contract. She gets special magic, unique to her. It's different for everyone, because everyone's wishes are different. And me? I... I could make illusions."