[The mention of Anthy brings Mami back to the present with a snap, like a bubble being popped in one sure, swift movement. A pointed moment of silence; she lets the thread of that particular conversation lay abandoned. Mami does not want to think about the Rose Bride, does not relish the feeling of unease and wariness and bitter, bitter jealousy twisting her insides.]

Madoka-san, she'd be the better princess. Kind, innocent....and delicate, open and giving. The sort to cry over everyone's pain, a girl that wants to help others more than anything. [Mami takes comfort in the topic of Madoka, wrapping herself in the warmth of her precious memories; her voice has gone soft with an obvious fondness. Then she lapses into silence as she considers her next words. She performs a perfect figure 8, legs moving in elegant strides. The tugging sensation in her heart, faint now in Utena's presence but still there, lessens just a bit.]

Sakura-san, though.....