[Still, Enjolras is squinting, more than anything else here.] The boundaries of time and place HAVE become so blurred here...even death does not seem to have done much for some people, those who are meant to reach us here, or to be here themselves.
[Enjolras is pulling out his letter, smoothing it, smiling at the date, in spite of himself.]
I would suppose it could be possible that someone had done so. It would make as much sense as anything else. Funny, though. [He pauses, tapping the date of his letter absently.]
I should think it was a different version of myself, in any case, not...a future returned one by any means. Even I do not date my letters using the particular calendar he did. Particularly when he points out that there is no way for it to have remained in vogue in his world, either.
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[Still, Enjolras is squinting, more than anything else here.] The boundaries of time and place HAVE become so blurred here...even death does not seem to have done much for some people, those who are meant to reach us here, or to be here themselves.
[Enjolras is pulling out his letter, smoothing it, smiling at the date, in spite of himself.]
I would suppose it could be possible that someone had done so. It would make as much sense as anything else. Funny, though. [He pauses, tapping the date of his letter absently.]
I should think it was a different version of myself, in any case, not...a future returned one by any means. Even I do not date my letters using the particular calendar he did. Particularly when he points out that there is no way for it to have remained in vogue in his world, either.