"I was murdered by a co-conspirator I had a falling out with, so..." he trailed off, and while he didn't appear to be bothered by the it, beneath the surface of his calm, his temper sparked. "Years after my death, they did apparently find some success."

This whole people-across-timelines concept was confusing, but he also was willing to buy into it if it meant saving his world.

"Who knows, maybe I'll try my hand at revolution again here." An ideal thought that wasn't meant seriously. Not yet anyway.