"...No." At this, Homura shook her head. "No, it doesn't. But on the other hand, I don't believe it could have been the only good thing you have ever done. You're still you...you still have a soul."

There was no sound, coming to her ears. For the moment, all she heard was running water, the last faint echoes of her screams and the gunshot, the tinkle of glass plopping beneath the lapping waves.

"So, you can still be saved, no matter what you've done in the past. You can still change those things, as hard as that might be. Even if you don't believe it, or me. Even after killing me...because what I said about me, when I begged for Madoka. That was all true."