There was absolutely no change in Mami's expression at the news. That should have been Homura's first clue that something was wrong.

The blonde-haired girl stood limply, eerily like a puppet being pulled up by her strings. She held the grief seed and her Soul Gem loosely in her hands; it would be easy for Homura to see the angry darkness swirling through the gem, nearly stifling the golden glow. Her hands twitched, as if she was going to curl her hands into fists, but decided otherwise.

"... You're joking, right?"