I had no reason not to. I was planning on being dead before the trial tomorrow anyway, so I can do this much, at least.

[with a flourish of the pen, he copies down Madoka's letter word for word. he doesn't have 100 years of memorizing plays under his belt for nothing...

it reads:

sayaka-chan


i don't know if this will get through to you. i hope so.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry that things turned out the way they did. it was my fault. i wanted to be honest with everyone even though i knew you were in danger.

i'm sorry i asked you if you could be honest with me. it would have been ok if you lied to me if it meant you could be safe. or if you thought of me as [he draws a line] or if there was anything i could have done to help you survive. i tried. i dont know what else i could have done. there must have been something. im sorry i couldnt save you.

i found your glove. if you sent it as a clue, im sorry but i dont know what it means or what is going on in the game. people keep dying. im not very good at this. i dont think im strong like you are no matter what you say. but i'll keep trying my best.

please be ok wherever you are.

i miss you a lot


- madoka.]