That hardly mattered. Regardless of whether she died alone, or not. Whether your words and actions touched Sayaka in those final moments.

[They did. That much she knew, at least, even if the redhead would never personally experience that epiphany from the girl in question. Or remember it, at least.]

Do you really think that beast told you that you might have a chance, because he felt any sympathy for what happened? For what he did? Or that he felt bad at all afterwards?

[That darkness around them becomes just a little more potent, with tiny little swirls of purple wind, as she turned at last to face Kyoko with her tired eyes.

A sign, of something. Who knew what, though. Even now Homura is clearly holding back.]

There are many things I could say and do right now, which you couldn't stop me from doing now, even with all of your power. But as I've dealt with quite a few dreams and delusions recently, I'll stick with the truth of what I know, for now.

Your death was meaningless. Your death, and your feelings about the one you took with you, in that grand scheme of things. All it was, was a means of having Madoka contract.