The sight of Homura's tears had no effect on Kyuubey. It never had. It was not his problem. In fact, he had difficulty understanding why it should have been a problem at all.

"It was neither favorable nor unfavorable on our part, but it made little difference in our methods." Kyuubey blinked, observing the girl, still from his vantage point on the ground. "'She'? You were female. Madoka was male."

He rolled back onto his back, wishing idly that he had something comfortable to rest his neck on, and - by virtue of the memory technically being his dream - was granted one. He did not question the sudden appearance of a pillow; merely accepted it. "If we come from such radically different worlds, I suppose all that nonsense about the Entralink was true. Was it, Akemi Homura?"