Jacques sighed and opened a desk drawer. "I am sorry to be of so little help, citoyen. The last time I saw Chrétien... ah, here we are." He pulled out a letter, with address slightly smudged, and handed it over. "This was the last letter I recieved from him before coming to England myself. He... disagreed on certain policies I had to enforce since I work here."
Jacques gestured at his office, and ran a hand through his untidy queue. The memory of it was will painful; Jacques had very few close friends and it grieved him to think he had lost one of them to the blasted constitutional monarchy of England. Chrétien had been as good a Jacobin as Jacques! And then, after a few months in England, away from France, away from Robespierre and Desmoulins speeches....
He shook his head. "We... did not part on good terms."