"1862; at least that was when it was finished. I tell you no lies! I have read the words myself! There we all were, introduced quite properly. Ha, and executed properly as well. The barricade was written of in great detail. I gather Enjolras made quite the final speech, after I left." He doesn't speak of the rest in any immediate detail. "Mind, I don't believe it was precisely our world he was writing in; there are reasons, I won't bore you, but I believe it might have been...oh, the difference between our barricade, and the one Enjolras and Courfeyrac knew." He hums for a moment, then adds, "Among other literary issues."

Such as that he's not sure they weren't entirely fictional to the Hugo who wrote that novel. But that's part of an idea he's still forming, and perhaps not something to test on Bossuet right this moment.