He smiles a little at Enjolras' description of the odd experience of a changed body, and frowns a moment at his mention of the strangeness of Paris.
"I wonder whose Paris it was...yours, mine? Another one as little different?" Work to be done, either way--it's a reminder.
"I saw my mistress-- Sophie, who had the print shop? -- back during Halloween. It seems that happens here sometimes, the living and dead talking somehow." He shrugs. "You might remember she shared our sympathies, more or less." Well. Not enough that they hadn't quarreled; but enough to risk her freedom and livelihood in the cause. "I told her what I could--I hadn't known you'd have the chance to visit yourself, then-- and anyway there's some things she can act on that we can't from here."
He frowns a little, thinking. "--It changes things, we know that. Even if it's not by much. It changes the history."
He walks quietly for a moment, not through, but thinking. This is not the sort of political conversation that had much practical use, when they were alive.
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Date: 2015-11-18 05:28 am (UTC)From:"I wonder whose Paris it was...yours, mine? Another one as little different?" Work to be done, either way--it's a reminder.
"I saw my mistress-- Sophie, who had the print shop? -- back during Halloween. It seems that happens here sometimes, the living and dead talking somehow." He shrugs. "You might remember she shared our sympathies, more or less." Well. Not enough that they hadn't quarreled; but enough to risk her freedom and livelihood in the cause. "I told her what I could--I hadn't known you'd have the chance to visit yourself, then-- and anyway there's some things she can act on that we can't from here."
He frowns a little, thinking. "--It changes things, we know that. Even if it's not by much. It changes the history."
He walks quietly for a moment, not through, but thinking. This is not the sort of political conversation that had much practical use, when they were alive.