Giselle Simlett Quotes

You are not just any Chosen, my Lady," he says, and he meets my gaze with unflinching intensity. "The reason why your awakening of magic was so great, the reason why your eyes are red and no one else's are… you are the heir to an ageless legacy, the heir of a slaughtered race. You are the last Pulsar, and we have been waiting for you for two hundred years.

Wow. Another realm, huh? Your zealous delusions continue to impress me. Is this where we fly off to Olympus or Valhalla or Heaven or something?

You're overly hostile, and that's not a good thing. Pulsar, especially, are very controlled in their emotions.'
'So I've been told,' I mutter.
'They're like water: elegant, neutral in all feeling. You, though, you're like fire: blazing, belligerent, existing on all feelings – so unsuited to being a Pulsar.'
'Maybe that's why we clash so much, you and me, because we're fire on fire.

Oh, right. I doubt this place has any delicious, fattening fast-food places, and maybe the Imperium doesn't either. Yup, no McDonald's, no Burger King, no Gino's Pizza… Dear God, have I made a mistake coming here? I may be of small stature, but make no mistake: I am a glutton. On the other hand – possible franchise opportunity.

OK. How to start? All right. I'm going to be very blunt, so here it goes,' he says. 'I can see the future.'

'Um. Yeah. Sure you can, Dad,' I say.

I-I know you think me a monster, and maybe I am, b-but please never doubt how much I believed in you. Everything I did was for you. Yes, I did it all for you! I would live and die for you. Over and over if I had to. I was never your enemy.

She is magnificent. I cannot deny it.

You're not like any other keeper I've met before. I've seen you two together, and more than anything I see you treat him as a friend. You look at him as an equal. Him… he looks at you with hope, and even more than that. I know that whatever bond you share with each other, it's something real and powerful.

How to explain this? A shadow kytaen becomes, in a way, the shadow of their keeper, and when the keeper chooses it to, the shadow will detach itself like It did just then.'
'What, like Peter Pan?

I don't know her memories, I don't know her thoughts, but it's as if I can peek into her heart and know her, just as she will know me. If she were to turn from me now, I would not bear it. I need her. Without her I cannot exist, because I am no longer an independent entity. I am hers, body and soul, just as it is with every soul-binding. She is my light, she is my air, she is the heart, the soul, the essence – she is home. I may not want to feel this way but the binding has entwined us in an unshakable bond that no being can tear apart.

I've had enough of this destiny bullshit, OK?

Contrary to what you may think, when O'Sah told me about kytaen, that I'd be meeting one, I didn't picture a pet or a lackey to follow me. I didn't think of a prisoner. I… I pictured an ally, a friend, OK?

You and I are not like normal humans. We're known as the Chosen and possess, how should I say it? We possess abilities that would be thought impossible. Think of, I don't know, think of shape-shifters, illusionists, seers – like me.

But maybe that's why you're the last one, maybe that's why the stargods decided to bring you into our world, because you're not indifferent and you're not mindless. You're someone who can't be crushed or tainted. Or at least, you're not someone who will be easily. Maybe in these times, it's not water we need, but fire. Maybe that's why we're together. Fire on fire, as you said.'
I blink, confused. 'Are you… wait, are you being… nice to me?

O'Sah explained to me that there are four categories of Chosen, each more powerful than the last. First are Zeros, Chosen who possess barely any magic. Second are Phobien, Chosen who have a reasonable amount of magic. Then, there are Thrones, considered powerful and holding many influential positions across Duwyn. And last, the Pulsar, the strongest of Chosen, revered as almost god-like beings.

I put my head on his shoulder
'Wh-what are you doing?' he yells, shoving me away from him with wide eyes.
'I was giving you a hug!' I say.
'Y-you-!'
'Pff. D'you really think I'd do that? I'm trying to keep warm, idiot. You're like my overgrown Furby.'
'I'm in a human form, not my kytaen!'
'Tomayto, tomahto.' I come close to him.
He pushes me away. 'You shouldn't be doing that!'
'What's the problem? You said you're my tool, right? Well, I'm cold, tool of mine, so why don't you calm the hell down and give me some of that sweet, sweet warmth?'
'Don't touch me!'
'I'm starting to think you're self-conscious in this form. You let me cuddle you in your other-'
'We did not cuddle!' he shouts.
I manage a grin. 'Would you prefer I use a different word? Snuggle, maybe?

My head snaps in her direction. 'Stop that,' I say, standing in place.
'Stop what?' she asks.
'With this thing, this niceness.'
'What d-you-?'
'I'm kytaen, a tool. You're Chosen. We're not friends. That kind of word doesn't exist between our two species. Treat me how you're supposed to and stop this… act.'
A moment passes, and then she says, 'I see. So there's going to be no civility between us, eh?'
'I'm glad you finally understand.'
'I didn't exactly overlook your unsubtle hostility towards me.'
'Then why bother being nice?'
'I was raised to be polite to elderly people.'
'Then you should know I'm not old. I'm immortal.'
'Quit bragging'
I blink. 'I wasn't bragging, I was stating a fact.'
'It sounded like bragging to me.'
'It wasn't.'
'It sounded like it.'
'Well it wasn't.'
'Old men do tend to brag after all.'
'I wasn't bragging!'
She gives me an impish grin. 'They also lose their temper easily.'
I grit my teeth.

No. You see, the night works differently here than in the human realm,' he continues. 'Duwyn is a world of balance. Good and bad, light and dark – both must exist to keep the world in harmony.'
Oh God, he's going to give me a Pocahontas speech.