[ seeing as how its body isn't actually made for speech, the voice in this post is telepathic projection and can easily be recognised as such. Bitties will just receive the post in their heads thanks to Kyuubey's agreement with the bitty brigade to provide eternal hivemind reception.

YOU'RE WELCOME. ]

Greetings! My name is Kyuubey. I've been here for some time now, but I need advice from you all... Well, primarily from the humans amongst you. Namely, what should my purpose be in this universe, when my job was to save mine? If I am the result of a failed line of causality, and this a place that collects the detritus from inadequate realities, what is the purpose of our continued existence? We cannot cease to exist from our own desire, which would imply that we are meant to be, but can anyone claim to have contributed something to this reality? Does anyone believe they have a future, or any potential whatsoever, as long as they exist in this tower?

I'm asking only because as unbalanced, emotional species, you are much more likely to produce a rationale for your existence! The logical answer - that we have no future and no present - doesn't really work, does it? We're gonna keep going anyway... I thought I'd find out what you thought, and see if there was something I can do.

Well, it doesn't matter much. Since I have as little meaning here as you guys, let's all be friends!

Anyone who knows the name 'Puella Magi' as something very, uh.

...Near and dear to them...

I need to talk to you. All soon like. Room 1-05, whenever all of you have time. It's important, and don't bring any pals.

And oh, hey, late word to my roomies. Gonna have to kick you all out for a bit, maybe an hour? ...ehhh, let's just play it by ear.



...and all you smartasses that know latin can be quiet before you even say anything!