Without thinking, Mami clung desperately to Homura, a gut-wrenching sob tearing from her throat. She didn't even bother trying to hide it; it had been building since the moment she woke up, and now that all her defenses were completely shattered, there was no point in attempting to stop. This went on for some time, as months of bottled up emotions were finally released.

By the time Mami's sobs finally began to die down, she was trembling. She had fistfuls of Homura's plantsuit clamped in a vice-like grip, and her face was still pressed to the other girl's shoulder. After a few shaky breaths, she managed to speak.

"I... I'm so sorry..."