For someone who was processing the idea that these dreams he was experiencing ended with his beheading, Percy was rather calm. Perhaps it was a culmination of things that were all adding up to his lack of fear. The only thing that bothered him was his death meant the end of the good he was doing, however he had faith that the League wouldn't crumble to pieces with his demise. His hope was that they only worked harder, not in his name but in his cause. Percy was surprised at how great his feelings were to his dreamself, but they were similar in their quest for justice and Percy was immensely grateful this other version of himself was as good a person as Percy hoped he was.
"Are you so certain," Percy inquired with an incredulous tone in his voice. Though their marriage had come to pieces following a betrayal, his feelings regarding her and her brother were still strong, regardless of how he had tried to dampen his acknowledgement of them. Even if Percy could not save them himself, he never would have attempted to do so on his own. Surely his loyal band of men would not have let him even if he had wanted to do so.
Listening to her recount her side of the dreams, Percy could recall a majority of them from his own, however hers and her brother's capture were further in the future than his own. Percy had dreamt of the ball, of keeping up his appearances, recalled Chauvelin arriving and Percy's sense of betrayal only deepening. Though he and Marguerite had once talked about judgement, betrayal and forgiveness, it had been hard for Percy to remember it at times. The emotional bleed between himself here and himself in the dreams made it difficult, but with that sense of betrayal was battled by those words he had shared with Marguerite here. So far, that small beacon of hope was struggling against what he saw as fact. Regardless of that war he was fighting, easing Marguerite's fears right now took precedence.
The things they were involved with, the era, the battles they were choosing, weren't easy ones, though Percy had a feeling they all understood the very real possibilities and consequences that came with this path. Perhaps Percy's faith in the League would not pay off, perhaps that was their final stand, however, his conviction convinced him otherwise. Despite the sheer magnitude of the plan that it would take to ensure they would live, even if he should not, he had faith in the men he had worked with.
"It seems nearly impossible," Percy began, knowing that was the obvious sentiment implied in her words. "Yet I believe it wouldn't end just like that. I have faith in the League to finish what I was unable to complete."