Not really. [A shrug. There was little need to lie about it. She's run out of bravado; her time with the others has dulled it, made it taper off. There's no pain in her voice, no real sadness, just a flat and weary acceptance. She's accepted her myriad failures are an unfortunate side-effect of her poorly thought out wish, but she isn't proud of it. She isn't proud of the person she used to be either — foolish, unknowingly selfish in the name of selflessness. My wish destroyed my family, she'd told Sayaka, and that was still true.

But she was alive, and that meant something. And she could protect Sayaka and Madoka, and that meant something too. She owed it to her family, to Mami. To Madoka and Sayaka. Maybe she owed it to herself too.] But I got somethin' outta it. I got what I paid for. [She pops a chocolate coin in her mouth and chews it as she talks.] Even if I'm not proud, I've got people to keep an eye on now, so it's not about me anymore.

[Thoughtfully:] What about you?