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[private]

[devoutish]

What year are you from?

[private]

[brokethefirst]

...2074.

[Surprise. Her hesitancy should be enough to show that, yes, she knows that sounds completely ridiculous to a man from over 150 years prior.]

Given the surroundings, I, um.... I have suspicions this isn't exactly the past. Or, if it is, some things have to have drastically changed. But I could be wrong.

[private]

[devoutish]

Rogers said 2050.

[And there's no disbelief in his voice over that, or over when Luna says she's from - neither are anywhere close to the weirdest thing he's heard today.]

Mm. I'm glad you're still remembering. The war's the distant past for you, it's personal history for me.

[private]

[brokethefirst]

Yes. I... well, I would have been growing up during this branch of the 50's, so this whole situation is a bit of a strange paradox. This isn't the Earth I remember from then, anyway.

[Never mind that that whole statement is a complicated lie. But the idea still stands. The snowfall isn't tainted with ash or debris, animal care was still being dispensed regularly, the sky wasn't permanently blotted out from the sun.]

Anyway... I take it you were involved in the war, by some means? I don't mean to breach too much on the subject if it's uncomfortable.

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[devoutish]

[Parallel universes. Huh. He'll have to think more about that later.]

I was a soldier. British army.