Madoka shifts on her feet a little as she hears that.
It all just feels a little too familiar. The possibility of saving a world being placed upon one person's shoulders. Different timelines with different outcomes. Sure, Madoka wasn't arrogant enough to assume that her own world was the only one that was that way, but it's still another matter entirely to hear someone speak of such a similar world so frankly.
It makes her quiet for a moment, before she looks up at Naoya with a cautious look. Like she isn't too sure if she wants to hear the answer to this question, but can't help but ask it all the same.
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It all just feels a little too familiar. The possibility of saving a world being placed upon one person's shoulders. Different timelines with different outcomes. Sure, Madoka wasn't arrogant enough to assume that her own world was the only one that was that way, but it's still another matter entirely to hear someone speak of such a similar world so frankly.
It makes her quiet for a moment, before she looks up at Naoya with a cautious look. Like she isn't too sure if she wants to hear the answer to this question, but can't help but ask it all the same.
"Did.. it work? Did he end up saving people..?"