[ The things that were wrong... A world completely wrong. Madoka stared at the grave. ]

This world is wrong... There is no way... There is no way Ginga would die. There is no way this reality could happen. Even if he has no way to win, even when at a complete loss, Ginga turns things around. That's how he is... And when he falls he gets up.
There is no way he wouldn't have stopped this. There is absolutely no way Ginga could die.

So by logical deduction, this must be fake.

[ Saying it all out loud felt better than just keeping it in her head. She recalled memories. Ginga's smile, her and her friends all together, Ginga winning, winning, winning. And then Arcanarum, all the faces she'd gotten to know, friends she'd made, friends she'd lost. G, France, Ange... That was her reality right now.]