As Yosuke strolls through the museum’s massive exhibition space, he catches himself looking at Koharu more often than he looks at the art on display. Quick to leave his side when she can’t be bothered to give some pictures more than a cursory look, she scurries from one exhibition piece to another, giving every single one of them the same skeptical, five-second glare before moving on to the next. Occasionally, she walks back to him to pelt him with questions, and he tries his best to provide an answer that fits her astronomical standards. It feels oddly relaxing to be this high-strung.

Suddenly, however, she stops in front of a large print, looking up to take in the sight of a crying child amidst the rubble of his wartorn city. Seconds pass, and she’s still there, staring in silence. Yosuke moves to stand next to her, admiring the impressive work alongside her. After a few more seconds, he speaks.

Yosuke: … You okay?

Koharu: It’s our duty to let people know about the truth of the world, isn’t it? To show them what others are going through.

Yosuke: That’s certainly a part of it, yeah. I think you’d have to be pretty famous to be able to afford reporting for a motive as pure as that, though.

Koharu: I was thinking…

Yosuke: You tend to do that, yes.

Koharu: … Will anyone remember what this city’s gone through? If there are no pictures… no written accounts… will the days we spent fighting to survive just be another “storm”?

Yosuke: Storm? You mean like that hurricane a couple of years ago?

Koharu: It wasn’t a hurricane. (she states, matter-of-factly, as she continues to gaze at the photograph)

Yosuke: … We remember, don’t we? And I took plenty of pictures. We can… We can make sure the world knows what happened here.

Koharu: We can’t. I know. We don’t know what would happen if the world knew the truth… I wonder how many sacrifices have been forgotten because of this.

Yosuke: Does it matter if everything remains a secret, as long as we remember?

Koharu: We’re no one. (she turns to face him) What good is remembering… What good is all knowledge when it can’t lead to any consequences?

Yosuke: … What’s got you all hardcore like this all of a sudden?

Koharu: I’ve been thinking about this killer. Every victim up until now has been a complete unknown, and… I’m just wondering if these deaths could’ve been prevented if people knew.

Yosuke: Knew what?

Koharu: Everything.

Yosuke: You think… our killer’s a Puella Magi?

Koharu: … Someone who benefits from the masquerade, that’s for sure… Who will remember these people? The victims? Who will remember the people the Balancers killed? No one.

Yosuke: Th-that’s not true. We all remember them.

Koharu: One day we will die, and the truth will be buried with us.

Yosuke: No. I have all of it on film, I… Pictures… are all you need to prove something happened, and… When the day comes, when we can tell the world the truth… what’s really happening… I have all of it right here. (he gestures at his camera bag)

Koharu: Naive. Pictures can be staged. People only believe what they want to believe.

Yosuke: (he nudges at the photograph on the wall) … You think that one’s staged?

Koharu: … Of course not. (she gazes into his eyes, intently)

Yosuke: How can you tell?

Koharu: (she briefly glances back at the photograph, then back at Yosuke) I dunno, I just can.

Yosuke: You know it’s real… because it made you feel something.

Koharu: This is something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Just never bothered to tell.

Yosuke: Still, you decided to tell me here and now.

Koharu: (she averts her gaze for a few seconds, before scoffing) Whatever.

Yosuke: There’s a reason why a picture says more than a thousand words. And people who’re gone… they’re not gone. They live on in pictures, but in our memories, and… and…

Koharu: And?

Yosuke: … and in what we recognize of them in others, I guess.

Koharu: What are you talking about?

Yosuke: N-Nothing, it’s just… I used to know someone who struggled to express how She felt. Like you, if you don’t mind me saying that. And… (he sighs) Pictures could move her like nothing else could, and… God, I took so many of her. I… I need to remember Her. She deserves to be remembered.

Koharu: (all of a sudden, she’s very close) Show me.

Yosuke: … Show you what?

Koharu: This girl who I remind you of. Show me. I’ll remember her, too.

He is still for a few seconds, gazing into Koharu’s determined eyes. The time has come.

Yosuke: There’s something I need to tell you, senp—

Koharu: —Koharu—

Yosuke: — Koharu, I… It’s only fair… You deserve to know why I did what I did, with the Balancers, and… (he reaches for his camera) … what I can do.

He tells her everything. About Her and Her wish. About what he did to her. About his camera, about Kyubey’s deceit and why the Balancers used him. About how he betrayed them. About how he did it for her. Not for Her. For her.

She listens. Why was she looking at him like that? After what feels like an eternity, she talks.

Koharu: … why did y— I don’t get it. Why me?

Yosuke: Because I—

Koharu: But I haven’t been good to you. I know that.

Yosuke: Well, you did kiss me. Back at the lake, when Moonlover—

Koharu: I didn’t get it back then either. Blamed it on the meds. Well, the lack thereof. Thought I was being irrational, but—

Yosuke: Wait, are you talking about the kissing me bit, or about the you thinking I couldn’t do all that for you bit, or—

Koharu: I just don’t get— Someone like me… can’t do this. Can’t… be… someone that you would do all these things for, so… Why would anyone…?

Yosuke: Because you’re more than what you think you are, Koharu.

Koharu: … You don’t know me.

Yosuke: Oh, there’s lots of things I don’t know. But I do know you.

She waits. Then, she smiles, slightly, but noticeably enough to break through her apathetic facade. She lowers her head, trying to hide her flushed face behind her curse. Her hand brushes his, until she eventually locks her fingers with his. She gives the painting one more look, but she doesn’t see the abject misery it portrays anymore. All she sees is a call to action. To use what she has to make the world a better place, however she can.

Koharu: … I don’t wanna go home yet.

Yosuke: Well, the museum is about to close, so, eh—

Koharu: I don’t wanna go home yet.

Yosuke: … Do you… D-Don’t you think it’s a bit early for that?

Koharu: (she shrugs) Maybe.

Yosuke: (he straightens his shoulders) … Maybe, yeah.

Koharu: We’ll see.