Lunch had left Homura justifiably riled, and justifiably concerned. Really, what sort of things had his future self done? What kind of person had he become during that long time, year after year of fighting on battlefields in the name of Heaven? Kenren had said he'd rebelled, but even that thought seemed beyond possibility. Thinking he was a leader of men here was foreign enough, but that he had somehow led a force against Heaven?

Even though it made him smile, Homura still found it hard to think it possible of himself.

But now there would hopefully be clearer answers. Homura had waited in eager anticipation for this meeting since breakfast, since he had read the note written in his own hand to Okita. He couldn't remember the man, though apparently they were close. At the very least, he could without doubt say he trusted Okita above any other.

Okita was the one he had asked to save Rinrei.

He had guessed that the man they passed entering the Chapel the night before was the person in question, though he didn't seem to be in the showers yet. Homura took a stall near the entrance, hoping to be able to see him when he came in, and largely ignoring the rest of the patients as he began to wash.

[For Okita]