Homura: There’s no way I can tell you how I really feel.
Homura: I mean… I mean… I’m living in a different time than you! I’ve come from the future, you know? I’ve met you over and over again, and each time, I’ve seen you die. How can I save you? How can I change your fate? I’ve been looking for that answer and that answer only. I’ve gone back and started from the beginning over and over again.
Madoka: That means… Huh?
Homura: I’m sorry. I’m sure you don’t get any of this. I’m sure you’re put off (disgusted) by all of this. To you, I haven’t even known you for a month - I’m just some transfer student. But to me, you… Each time I repeat all of this, the time you and I lived grows further apart—our feelings grow further apart, and my words stop reaching you. I think I lost myself a long time ago.
Homura: My desire to save you: the first emotion I had that started this all. And now that I’ve come this far, the only star left that will help guide my way… You don’t have to understand. My words don’t have to resonate within you. But still, I beg you. Let me protect you.