[ Another cycle. But this one was going to be different. Some people might hold onto their pride and work within the rules of their world, but Homura was not one of those people. It wasn't the journey that was important, it was the destination. Bringing in an orange bird time boy from another world? Couldn't hurt. Or if it did, as long as it helped, that was fine.

She'd retrieved her notes from where she stored them off-world with Masamori, and hung them all over her living room like always. She finished tacking up the last page, copied down in neat handwriting from an old book, and stepped down off of the couch before turning to Dave ]

This is everything I know about Walpurgis. By the time she's come and gone, Madoka has died, in every cycle.