Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

"You have built a court from scraps and grief. I am proud." That hurt. The Gate Opener knew exactly where to press. "Release him," I said. My father's voice on every speaker was worse than possession. Possession had a face. Broadcast made him weather. I could hate weather, but I could not look it in the eye. "After the final opening, no one will need release. All gates will be one. No lost souls. No false shrines. No hungry gods fighting over candles." "No choice either." "Choice made this ruin."

Her body going from a crouched posture to a straight one. She stumbles on her feet and yells at the guard who has the keys to the gate to open up. The rest of the guards salute the General in unison, but he ignores them completely. In a second, we storm in headed to the second gate where Mateo, that fucktard, usually is. This time round things are easier because of Sylvester Stone. No need to put up a fight with Mateo, when he sees Mr Stone, he stands up saluting quickly.

I sighed because I was alone once again. “C’mon, Jae. Get your head in the game.” That was what Thad would say if he was here with me. So, I got my head in the game and started walking. Everything looked the same for the first ten minutes until I neared a large gate. It stood as tall as a football goalpost and was made of solid gold. It looked like something you would find at a castle instead of just randomly in the middle of wherever this was.

“You’re mine.” He smiled. “And yours.” He pointed forward, toward Kael’s back. The car went silent again. My pulse spiked. I looked out the window. And there they were. The gates. Tall, iron, cruel. The same gates that once closed me out. Now opening for me again. My breath caught. Not in weakness. Not in surrender. But in fury. And in promise. Because as the gates swung wide, I swore This place might have broken me once.

“Living by the label. I don’t do that.” Thorne exhaled slowly, like he didn’t know whether to laugh or pray. “You’re strange, you know that?” “Coming from the guy scared of graveyards,” I said, opening my door. “That means nothing to me.” He muttered something under his breath, climbed out after me, and locked the car. The gates stood between us and whatever truth waited inside, silent and unmoving, like they were listening. “You know,” I said quietly, pausing at the gate, “if there’s anything that truly scares me about this place, it’s that my mum is somewhere behind those walls. Six feet down.”

"Take one more step and I'm shooting! I swear to God, I will blow a hole straight through you!" I took another step. "How did you get in here?!" the guard yelled, a bead of sweat tracing down the side of his scarred face. "Who opened the gates for you?! Answer me, you arrogant American prick!" I let out a low, amused chuckle, dropping my hands just a fraction so they hovered near my waist. "Does it really matter? The gate is open, the guy in the booth is currently taking a very long nap, and I'm standing on your expensive patio. The only thing that matters here is that we're getting in."

Swallowing thickly, she focused on her compound gate, no, to be more accurate, the words written in big, bold, red letters on her gate. STAY AWAY FROM HIM, PRICEY sl*t!

Steven coldly spoke to me and pointed to the exit gate. "No,I mean, I cannot just leave here, without having to see your father first. Why are you hard on me? Thelma is only your sister, alone and not mine," I said. "Shut the fuck up Mavin, and get out!!" Steven barked, his voice raising at me.

And I was taking it all back. Steeling myself with a deep breath, I read on. “We’ll enter through the main gates,” I said. “If we behave as if we belong, nobody will challenge us.” “And if they do?” Maeve asked, her voice low. “And then we improvise,” I said, the voice I used was strong. The guards at the gate were all familiar, all loyal, and the smiles they gave me were all the same. “Lady Fiona,” one of them said, bowing slightly. “Welcome back.”

I'm trying to blend in with those dreadful puke-colored doors. Steve approaches me from behind and says, "Hello, Bryntastic. Turn to face him now! Quit focusing on the locker! Behind me, the others in the group fall silent as if they are perplexed as to why he is speaking to me. Do a U-turn! I repeat to myself. Let them see that you don't care. I turn. "Hey, um. " To see him is like traveling through time. Stephen Medina. Even though I searched for him this morning, I believe there was a moment when I wondered if it had all been a dream. perhaps a nightmare. that Steve can't possibly return at this time.