Of course, only the dreams would show which of them was correct though Percy refused to cede until the facts proved him otherwise. Each dream Percy had relating to the men in the League, their rescues, there wasn't anything that lead him to doubt them. Though some of the men and women joined the cause after their own rescue or being welcomed in, they all took up for the cause. As long as they were able to continue their work, no one would face the guillotine. Percy was proud to call himself a brother to these people and could put his faith in them, especially when it came to saving Marguerite and Armand where he could not.
"It's been considered a talent of mine," he replied, a soft smile on his face. For most of Percy's life, making and keeping the right friends was very important, and it seemed to be the same in his dream world. Here, surrounding him with the right people allowed him and the firm partners to better help those seeking answers, compensation or justice. There, the right people were the difference between life and death, not only for the potential victims of the guillotine, but the League itself. Trust was a valuable commodity, and it was hard-earned and very easy to lose when lives depended on it.
As Marguerite delved into her story, Percy chose to remain as impassive as he could, attempting to listen without interjecting, trying reason over emotion. With this particular trespass, there were a lot of emotion with betrayal being the most dominate of them all. It was difficult to sit in silence, even with his determination to let her speak. Some of it was righteous anger for the death of a man he felt he knew personally, a bleed from the version of himself in the dreams who in fact counted the Marquis as a friend, knew his family with amicable familiarity. Part if it came as disgust for the sly and lowly trick of using blackmail as a means of getting what one wanted. Maybe a little was frustration and confusion at how she assumed many things on his own part, that a less than savoury past could affect his feelings towards her.
When her voice finally drifted off, no doubt caught up in thoughts of Chauvelin, Percy finally let the words he had patiently kept at bay out.