[ He doesn't hold it against the other man, instead offering him a crooked, rueful smile. ]

Well. Not quite. This place... it messes with time somehow. There are others here, from my world. From what would be considered my future. [ He spreads his hand in a shrug, treating it lightly and not with the more complex grief and guilt he'd been dealing with for the better part of a year. ] Apparently, if this place hadn't kidnapped me when it did... I wouldn't have walked off the battlefield that day anyway.

[ Alternate timelines were confusing as hell. And he hasn't even figured out how that works yet. But he did believe his old classmate wouldn't have lied about that. ]