"I'm not really..." I'm not really that important.

But they are. And they know that they are. And it swells out from them like a bubble of light, like a heated glow of iron in their chest, tearing out from their throat with more force than they intend.

"I guess I am important. I'm an anomaly. I've altered a timeline more times than anyone can count."

Their eyes screw shut with a soft huff of dismay through their nose.