[Their hands stop. A wave sizzles down their skin at the suggestion, the light of their head flaring brighter for a second—but only just. For now, the anger boils beneath the lid.

... they still need a moment, to decide how to answer. There's no point in repeating their previous script. Scrap that one, try another...]

I didn't ask for this power. Neither of us did. We never went looking for a way to change the past, or undo our mistakes... it just happened to us. It wasn't a choice. Start again, and again, and again, no stopping, no brakes.

So no, I don't think we're the same. My only interest in Timecraft is putting an end to it.