Red Hood: Should I say something... no, she'll think I'm weak...
Homura: She's planning something. Everyone always is. Just wait for the opening...
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: Oh, you precious little warriors. All that strength and you can't even manage 'hello'?
Red Hood: How long were you listening?!
Homura: She's not a witch. Not magical girl either. Something older...
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: Children, children. In my library, your weapons are as useful as paper swords.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: The Librarian is out fetching your third teammate. But watching you two sit in terrified silence? Even I was feeling your embarrassment.
Red Hood: Wasn't terrified. Just... selecting the right moment.
Homura: I was counting exits. Old habit.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: Perfect! A paranoid time-traveler and a traumatized hunter. This tournament will be absolutely delicious.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: There we are. Two little wolves who forgot how to whimper.
Homura: I haven't been carried since I was eight.
Red Hood: Put me down before I bite something.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: Listen first, then decide if you still want to run.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: This library sits inside my trunk. Above us, every leaf is a universe—tens of thousands—each with its own rules, its own grief.
Red Hood: So many… and you just… watch them suffer?
Homura: You could fix them all. Yet you don't.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: Interference breeds contradiction. Contradiction collapses leaves. I prune, I do not rewrite.
Red Hood: Then why host a tournament that grants wishes? Sounds like rewriting to me.
Homura: Unless the prize is already part of the balance.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: Clever cub. But the wish is not mine to grant—it is Kittysamma's game, not mine. I merely keep the books.
Spirit of the Yggdrasil Tree: A borrowed library card, good for one question each. Use them when you're ready to admit you're lonely.
Red Hood: I'm not—
Homura: Question one: can we wish for a babysitter upgrade?
