Which works well for Enjolras, really. One turtle in his head is kind of enough most of the time, though no offense.

"2006. Not the latest of the years people have come from here, but still." Enjolras can't help but be astounded at the thought of so many things. "It is odd, really, how quickly change comes to some times, but not to others."

And, because he's heard so many things that make him doubt that the world is what he predicted long ago, he's pausing to ask something rather important here. "Your future, that world. Are you...happy there? In general?"