She felt the snap far quicker than she'd expected. But she didn't let go until the arms stopped moving at last. Then she knew for certain he was done.

But she wasn't. Not yet. Gently the other ends were untied from the rods, fluttering gently into Homura's hands. Quietly she covered his feet up, then went back to the top to make sure he was covered all the way.

Expedience. The instrument of death now covered him as a shroud, though she knew she wouldn't have time to do anything more proper. Already, she could hear the hum of machines descending from the sky and the clanking of metal. They'd take his body, tent covering and all. She wasn't going to try and find out what they'd do if she tried to stop it for a few precious moments.

By the time the machines descended Homura was long gone, out of the jungle and into the grass.