"Black and pale go better together than you'd think," he says, with the air of man who knows he's saying something akin to 'the sky is pink'. "A kismesis and a moirail both want you to be better than you are, want to help you with your problems and make you confront your flaws. The only difference is that a moirail is gentle and patient, while a kismesis knows the only way to get their message across is to shout it. With him, you have to do a little of both."

Sometimes the only way to get the Psiioniic to listen was to yell loud enough to get his attention. Sometimes he just couldn't be reached through soothing words and patient understanding. Sometimes he needed a good smack upside the head.

"In my experience my quadrants tend to work themselves out sooner or later. I'm sure this one will be the same, no matter how... ah... misshapen it ends up being. If I could manage all four with the Disciple I can manage anything."