Then don't act in a way that requires my doing so.

[ there, that's better, she's accomplished what she set out to do, she would think, if she were purely objective and uninvested, as she should be. there's still that flicker of vengeful impulse that's taken root and curled itself around her thoughts, though, all too prominent now and whispers that she could act in spite, twist the knife, it's only fair.

homura holds sayaka's gaze for a long moment before closing her eyes, nodding, and tossing her hair all in the same movement. her next actions are to turn back toward the door and head toward it before she's tempted to act on those impulses. she pauses only once, in the threshold, to offer one last comment: ]

There are painkillers on the shelf. They aren't much, but you'll have to manage.