Carol
I don't know. It's insane. The first time I brushed the Phoenix I wouldn't know for...a long time, really. I was a kid. My friend got hit by a car, she was bleeding out on the street. I reached out to her with my mind and I refused to let her go. I was trying to keep her consciousness living even though her body was dead. But I wasn't strong enough and her death dragged me to the other side. Between life and death, something, someone, I thought, nudged me back to the other side. I think that's when it reignited its fire and started traveling the multiverse to find me. And it did find me, but not until I'm older than I currently am.
The Phoenix is all psionic energy, all life. It burns away and recycles that energy to create new life, like how a forest fire burns down an old forest to make way for a new one. But our lives are full of complicated emotions and thoughts. It wants to experience that. Some scientists think it's a combination of my convoluted, time and reality-crossing history with it and my mutations that make me so compatible. I just think it's a fucking jerk.