[What a magical evening this has been. Hershel very tentatively puts a hand on Simon's shoulder, as though he's afraid doing so will throw them into an endless time loop of these last five minutes to be lived out until Madoka frees them with god power or whatever the hell happens in Kagepro happens.

When the world doesn't end he relaxes a little, unaware their tragic love timeloop story has passed them by.] No, you didn't it's quite alright. You gave me a right fright, is all.

[He offers as reassuring of a smile as he can.] You look well though- besides the ah... trombone. I assume that's Heiji's handiwork? Are you alright?