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FIRST NIGHT -
(original text: "She will dream of herself as a Puella Magi who fights only for her own gain while people around her suffer and die.")

->gist: start out with her sitting on the grass under the windmills from that one episode alone, holding her soul gem up to the light - it's completely clean. kyubey pops up all "sup you've really adopted the way of a traditional puella magi" except worded better and she's like ~shrug~. interspurse conversation with flashes of being a dick who lets people suffer.

SECOND NIGHT -
(orginal text: "She will dream of herself as a Puella Magi who fights only for her own gain while people around her suffer and die.")

-> she's in the smashed cathedral, sitting down with a mess of apple cores at her feet - kyoko's seated beside her, talking casually of their plans for this next night of witch hunting - involving sacrificing innocents for the sake of more grief seeds. sayaka looks down at the mess of apple cores again. now, though, they're all grief seeds.

THIRD NIGHT -
(original text: "Sayaka will have vague dreams of falling into apathy for two days.")

She doesn't remember her bedroom having this many mirrors. In the dusty surface of every single one, she can see the face of a smiling Sayaka, leering at her from the middle of some scene of carnage. They're hurt, sure - but at least they're still standing. It's infuriating that they're doing so well, when she isn't.

When she touches the glass, thinking to wipe away those unsettling smiles, she leaves behind luminescent spots of blue. Her hand moves on its own, and she finds herself tracing out words, across every mirror -

No, they're not words. They're runes.

When she's finished, every smiling face has fallen. Every facet stares back in despondency.

The reflections have stopped lying to themselves.

FOURTH NIGHT -
(original text: "Sayaka will have vague dreams of falling into apathy for two days.")

She counts up every mirror this time, and feels like it's too few. There is dull, old writing, crusted on the surface of every single one, and every figure looming there is in stillness. She meets every one of their eyes - and as she looks looks away, they disappear.

There is nothing left to say or do.


FIFTH NIGHT -
(orginal text: "She will dream of letting Kyosuke be killed by a witch so she can obtain its grief seed.")

She strides into the concert hall at a jaunty pace, getting her cape to billow just so. The seats are red velvet, and something about the color seems inherently insulting.

Why red? Sure, that's the color they've always been. But that doesn't mean she has to like it. For the short term, she resigns herself to plopping down on one of the bothersome seats, and waiting for the show to begin. The lights are still up, though, so not quite yet.

She'd driven the familiar here herself, one soon due to transform to a full-fledged Witch. It was regrettable, but she'd seen another Puella Magi snooping around and couldn't afford to lose this one - so she chased it here.

People shuffle in as a faceless mass, sending up a tasteless murmur that doesn't belong in a hall for music. Soon they settle and hush, however, and she leans forward in her seat as the evening's centerpiece shuffles onto the stage. Finally, the lights dim, save for the spotlight - and she frowns at it. It's the same red as the seats.

The red turns into something less light and more translucent, and then less translucent and more simply viscous - and she realizes as it bursts into a flood of red that the barrier has formed already. The leering gaze of a thousand faceless people have turned to stare at her with emptied eyes, and it's an awful pity to realize there won't be any grand final performance tonight.

As she takes up her sword, she consoles herself that at least she'll get a grief seed after all.


SIXTH NIGHT -
(original text: "As she sleeps she will experience fighting witch after witch until she stops being able to remember why she's fighting at all, only fighting because it's fun and ignoring the pain she is causing those around her."

The sun hung low in the sky as she headed out,


SEVENTH NIGHT -
(original text: "As she sleeps she will experience fighting witch after witch until she stops being able to remember why she's fighting at all, only fighting because it's fun and ignoring the pain she is causing those around her.")

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