She'd taught herself? For a woman, that was incredibly impressive. He was fascinated, admittedly. So many of the women he knew were content to let things pass them by. The few he'd gotten to stand beside him in his fight, they were mostly doing so because they thought he could get them more food and more money. But rarely more education, which he believed would, in turn, help them to put more food on the table. Shame, that.
The book of Revelations? Enjolras was a religious man, but he didn't ever thing that book would come to pass. He'd always viewed it as a nightmare, written to scare small children into following God's word. But it was real. And that was more terrifying than any member of the National Guard holding a rifle.
At first he only nodded as he listened. The year was 2012. Almost two hundred years in the future. Much longer, apparently, for her. How? She didn't know the how, though. Only that it had happened. He found it curious. Maybe even a bit crazy. But only moments before he'd been about to die and now he was sitting in a wood of sorts, with a pretty maid from years past beside him. Reading books about wars that, as far as he knew, had not yet happened.
Stranger things than an Apocalypse had happened.
"All right. 2012. Lucifer. You speak as if all of this has come to pass, but that's nearly impossible. And yet you come to me from 1513 and I was only just fighting in Paris." He hesitated only a moment and then nodded. "Okay, then. What's next? What do I have to do? Are we here for a purpose? Is Lucifer after my soul or something?" He'd always believed himself bound for Heaven on Judgment Day, but now he wasn't so certain. He had killed, after all, even if for a crucial cause. And he'd gotten plenty of others killed. Maybe his intentions weren't quite good enough to save him from eternal damnation.