“A soul that’s sensitive, honest and deep feeling. A heart whose love is like a big golden sun that makes you feel so warm when you have it and so cold when it’s gone. It doesn’t matter who your father is or where you came from or what you look like. Here you are worried that I’ll leave when I see your real self when that’s the part of you that lets me stay.”
“That’s right. I’m in charge now. You might be the Master of this infernal school, but you are not my Master and you never will be. You said it yourself; the storian won’t write because it is waiting for my choice, not yours. I choose whether this is The End. I choose whether this world lives or dies. And I’m happy to watch it burn to dust if you expect a slave instead of a queen.”