[Homura lingers after Ayumu stills, searching her body for some sign of further rebellion. Yet there is no tension, no tell-tale twitch or tightening of muscle to indicate that she is setting a trap. And when her lips move, speaking some phrase that Homura can't discern, he leans closer so his words fall as little more than a whisper against her skin.]

We aren't often given second chances, and yet here we are, both still alive. Decide who you wish to be, Ayumu, before you add on to those regrets.

[And then he vanishes completely, his presence gone from her room in an instant.]