Jehan stares, wide-eyed, a beatific smile growing across his face.

"Yes--he could have spoken to our surviving friends, but he couldn't have gotten all of this detail from Marius. Marius exists in a state of poetic trance. And even from our other friends--" It's unlikely. It's an eerie amount of detail.

Jehan fixes on the first strange theory mentioned, though he's by no means forgotten about the others. "Transference of ideas! You mean--a Victor Hugo in some dimension is a seer of some kind? A visionary, or a mystic? If so, then when I write, perhaps I'm simply sharing the visions I receive. Visions of real people and their stories, all happening in some other world."

This is an idea Jehan has considered before. It appeals to him. His poems and stories all seem so real.