Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

A key. Small and old, worn smooth from years of use. He slid it across the table without a word and I looked at it and then at him. "What is this," I said. "The front gate," he said. I looked at it again. "You can leave whenever you choose," he said. "The gate opens from the inside and there are no guards between you and the road." A pause. "If you stay it should be because you want to. Not because you have no other option."

Nathan said slowly, his tone laced with disdain, “is the dumbest thing you could possibly do.” Every head in the room snapped toward Nathan. The confusion was written on their faces, eyes wide with shock, as if they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Steve’s smug smile shattered, a flash of irritation crossing his face. “What did you just say?” Steve asked, his voice sharp, as if daring Nathan to repeat it. Nathan leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. He locked eyes with Steve, his expression cold and unforgiving. “Buying into the Stones Corporation? Are you insane? You’re walking right into their trap.”

085 JOANA'S POV The air in the room grew heavy after Clinton's final remark to Mr Gates. His words echoed through my mind like a storm brewing in slow motion. Mr Gates said softly, "You all know they’ll want to meet their father someday." I let out an airy laugh, “they already know their father.” My lips curled into a perfectly polished smile, the kind that held back a thousand unsaid words. My eyes, however, were anything but cordial. They burned with ice and fury.

Pessimism was winning that particular mental conversation. Gram stopped, hands on hips, looking up at the old wooden Gate before turning to meet my eyes with her faded blue ones. "Don't ever trust any of them," she said. "No matter what they say. Ever." I nodded as I joined her. "I figured out that much on my own." Shaylee sighed as she released the doorstop around the Gate, the vibration of its magic trilling its own song at the loss of her touch.

Speaking of wild animals, she’s thankful that she hasn’t crossed one. Sierra found the gate not too far away from where she came from. The gate is made of steel and is as tall as the wall. It is thick and there’s a weird carvings. Above the gate there’s a word written in italic, it said 'Stonehenge'. “Hello? Excuse me!” she tried to look for a guard but none answered. “No one will show themselves to you,” said the late guardian of fire. “See that black gem in the middle?”

Just the arrogance of excess money, confidently invisible. Junior shifted beside Nevena, blinking up at the seamless structure. It held the kind of intimidation that wraps itself around one's lungs. “This is…the gate?” Nevena said under her breath. Junior whistled. “This is definitely where Skynet lives.” Nevena chuckled. “Yeah—the gate alone looks like it cost more than New Mexico itself,” “Excessive at its peak.” Junior agreed, staring at his reflection on the obsidian surface. “Miss Nevena! How do we get in?”

His expression told me he'd reached the same conclusion. "You know." His jaw tightened. "I suspected." "Suspected what?" Kael asked. Neither of us answered immediately. Because neither of us wanted to say it aloud. Finally, I did. "The gates aren't the objective." The chamber fell silent. I stepped closer to the glowing structure. The connection surged. The symbols shifted faintly beneath the stone. Responding. Listening. Waiting. "The gates are tools." My voice sounded strange even to me. Distant. Ancient. The connection was feeding me fragments again.

Jace I slip in through the back door of the Enforcers’ building, boots silent on cold stone. My pulse hums low in my ears—this is what I live for. I spot Stevie leaning against the wall just past the holding cell door, arms crossed, expression unreadable but sharp. I grin. “You’re early,” I murmur. She quirks an eyebrow. “I’m on time.” Her tone’s teasing, but her eyes flick toward the metal bars. “So, which funeral guests get to be grilled tonight?”

But he listens attentively, not a hint of his thoughts on his face. I'm honestly a little touched. If I were listening to myself, even I would think I'm being crazy. "Then the gate opened, so I fell in." I end my tale, "And you know the rest." His brows furrow once more, "The gate was bolted. How did you open it?" "I just kept pushing, I guess." I shrug a shoulder. When he stays contemplatively quiet, I add, "It said 'Sanctuary for the weak' so I thought..."

Secondly, he was speaking as if he had never harmed them and that his words would persuade them. One of the affected soldiers came forward and prepared to undo the small gate carved in the middle of one of the two huge gates for the passing, as he rumbled, "You think you will be excused? Huh, you do not know what you have called upon yourself after coming here a second time."