the magical girl swirls her wine glass as she tries to pull the sentence together, a task that would already be difficult if she wasn't at least half a bottle down and now approaches impossibility.
"I.. I.. uhh.. le maté." she stammers out, switching to spanish as if to soften the blow of the sentence
the other magical girl sitting across the table from her makes a quizzical noise despite suspecting the meaning of what she said.
"I killed him, but .. it's not like there was anything else I could've done, was there?" she says, the hard part already done by admitting it in spanish.
the other girl looks at her in stunned silence, not knowing what to say or do.
her mentor, the only person who believed her when she learned she was a magical girl, was a murderer.
she'd used the gift of powers to kill someone.
sure, the guy she killed was trying to summon a monster and level half the city in the process, but still, she killed him.
she reaches for the empty glass on her side of the table and pours herself some wine.
it's a delicious local red from a couple years ago, but it does nothing to take her mind off what she just learned about someone she had trusted.
this isn't what she signed up for when she became a magical girl.
FIN.
