"Guignon! Oh, Guignon." And now the trickle of memory turns into a flood, and Combeferre remembers all their daemons, and their detailed, hopeful plans. "Yes, I had a raven. Minerva." Suddenly Combeferre realizes he misses her.
"It must be an altered perception, yes--perhaps a, a window of some kind, into a different world? Yet another different Paris, like the ones we found in the Labyrinth. It can't be a mere dream, not when all of us had it. It seems--"
Combeferre knows how mad this sounds, but once again, he tells himself it's no madder than Milliways itself.
"It seems that, instead of traveling to a different Paris, our different selves--from this world of daemons--came here. And...supplanted us, perhaps, for a time. Since we have no recollection of meeting them."
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"It must be an altered perception, yes--perhaps a, a window of some kind, into a different world? Yet another different Paris, like the ones we found in the Labyrinth. It can't be a mere dream, not when all of us had it. It seems--"
Combeferre knows how mad this sounds, but once again, he tells himself it's no madder than Milliways itself.
"It seems that, instead of traveling to a different Paris, our different selves--from this world of daemons--came here. And...supplanted us, perhaps, for a time. Since we have no recollection of meeting them."