That night, Kaylee -
- can't sleep.
She's thinking about her wish. She didn't just say, "I wish to be braver," "I wish to be brave enough to save Lianne if she needs me to," which - if she was going to mess around with her own head at all, would've been the smart way to do it. She said...
She can't even remember what she said, which seems unspeakably, humiliatingly stupid when she admits it to herself. Something so important, something that changed the way she thought and acted, and she didn't even - memorize it, or write it down, or anything. But she remembers distinctly saying she wanted to be the sort of person who would make a good magical girl. That was something she talked about with Kyubey. She wanted to be someone who could stand to fight witches, without being scared, without being worn down by fear.
She hadn't said, I don't want it to turn me evil. It hadn't occurred to her that it might.
But apparently, if she isn't afraid of fighting witches, of fighting other magical girls, she - she likes it.
She can't sleep, at all, so she doesn't. She climbs tentatively out of bed and takes a pen and notepad into the bathroom and writes,
Out for a walk.
and leaves the notepad on the end table, and walks out. Of her room, of the hotel. Around the block.
She - still can't bear to tell Lianne that she would've been to cowardly to run into a witch's labyrinth to rescue her, the way Lianne ran in after Kaylee. She can't imagine Lianne being angry at her for it, but - she can barely imagine it at all. Someone saying to someone else, someone they love, "no, I wouldn't have been brave enough to try to save you. I know you did it for me, but I would've been too afraid." She can't picture it, and so she can't picture what might be said in reply, and - she grimaces, clenches her fists, at the thought - apparently she's still not brave enough to find out.
Which means she can't tell Lianne her wish, which means she can't talk to Lianne about whether it was a bad idea, or what to do about it.
But she can't keep not talking about it.
And Mal, she remembers, also made a wish that changed the way her mind works, and also talked about regretting it.
It's not the same situation, really, but - it's not as scary, somehow, as admitting something like that to someone's face.
She gets out her phone, and, slowly, she types:
Are you awake? No emergency, but I think I need to talk.
And she hits send.