Sending messages through the walls of the universe did not prepare me for meeting my sister. She is my double, and yet she is different. She is reserved, almost cold when she speaks to others. I gather that she has had a difficult past. While my mother supported my aspirations, hers did not. I easily gained admittance into the most prestigious University and she had to fight tooth and nail. While I had little trouble convincing my peers of my theories she was practically laughed out of academia. Yet she was able to obtain funding where I could not. She built the machine that brought me to this place, not me. Intellectually, we are equals. When it comes to her resolve, I cannot hope to match her.
— Robert Lutece, October 29th, 1893