But the trouble is, I do want to be surprised. I want to choose. I broke the heart of my fate so that I could choose. Furthermore, I never chose; I only saw a little girl who looked like me standing on a gear at the end of the world and laughing, and that's not choosing, not really. Wouldn't you rather I chose you? Wouldn't you rather I picked our future out of all the others anyone could have?

The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two