How could Marguerite ever have left Armand behind? They had taken care of one another since they were children, the promise of a man who had been saving people and thwarting the French Army was all well and good, but Armand was her brother. Of course, now she knew the truth and it made much more sense. And it had indeed helped them. Or would. Once the shock of Percy being alive wore off. Once he adjusted to this time and place. She was thankful in knowing the truth, even if she had thought she had learned it too late. In France, she'd been convinced she was going to die as well, so she had been able to be content with dying but knowing that Percy had never stopped loving her, that he was a hero. Then she had been here and that had changed. She had this chance at life and yet...
It wasn't complete until now. A chance for life with her husband as it should be. This just was not their time or home, but from her talk with Anatoly when he had found her after Jack's arrival, she knew it was possible. He had his family here and while not home or time, they had managed to make a home of sorts so why couldn't she and Percy?
About to respond to the first question, Marguerite smiled some as she felt Percy take her hand.
"I love you, too."
She didn't even know how to put it into words, not right now. Despite the shock, despite everything that she'd been going through with Chauvelin's ghost, she at least did have that chance now to tell Percy, show him, make up for all the lost time. So long as this wasn't a dream, which she most likely would worry about on some level until she woke up and Percy was there. Only then would she truly believe that this was happening.
Interlacing their fingers as the actress had no real plans on letting him go, she nodded.
"There are a lot of things that are different... means of transportation, technology... its rather a lot to take in all at once. Sometimes I still am thrown by the things that have happened and changed since our own time. And saddened when there are things that are oh so familiar even now."
Like poverty and hunger. She didn't know much on the world Enjolras and Eponine were from, just that it was France and after her, where another revolution was taking place. That was supposed to make the world better. But Marguerite knew, she knew that it wouldn't. She didn't know how long that revolution had lasted but nothing changed, not really, not in the ways they wanted. Students with ideas of grandeur. Thinking they could change the world where others had failed. It was possible to change things, yes, but not through violence and overthrowing governments.
The Americans had managed it, to decree their freedom from England, and yet..
Still, she would fill Percy in on anything he wanted to know, to let him know the people of this place. Or at least those she knew. Peter she had no doubt would like him and they'd get along. But Enjolras and Eponine, well, given where they were from, there was worry but she also had faith that the world and time they found themselves in would make it a nonissue. She hoped.