He had saved her life, even though she had not saved his. She had betrayed six of her Normandy comrades to death at the hands of Templars, he had not let her die at the hands of the Illuminati. It hurt her, haunted her, even weeks later.

She and Benoît had split up after escaping. She was very grateful he had not died, that would be an unbearable guilt., but she still felt like the recipient of an undeserved gift.

Things had got worse since King Louis' execution. England and the Dutch Republic were now added to the list of France's enemies. Prices were rising. And just this morning she had learned a Jacobin, the Illuminati's favored political party, was now Mayor of Paris.

But the troubling thoughts of Benoît were uniquely her own.

She heard the doors to main chamber open behind her with a brief howling wind. Monsieur Chobat had returned. She heard him hang up his winter coat.

"Martin, what have your investigations of Theot and Gerle uncovered?"

"Not much I'm afraid, sir."

"That's fine. Just keep making an effort."

She heard Timothee briskly walk across the main chamber, stopping by the side of the couch she occupied.

"Élise, my dear, you seem...distant, recently."

"It's nothing, Monsieur," she said.

"You can confide anything in me, Élise."

Timothee took a seat across from her, leaning forwards with his hands on his knees. He seemed to wait for her to speak, but she had nothing to say.

"Listen, Élise, I know you may be hard on yourself for your failure to slay Marat and Robespierre at the execution, but...both men frequently attend speaking events throughout the city. You need only pay attention to the flyers. They expose themselves constantly. We only need to cease the right opportunity."

Élise was silent. A strange world where the closest thing she had to father figure right now was comforting her by telling her she would have another opportunity to kill someone. But little did he know her real anguish.

Eventually off put by her silence, Chobat rose again. "Bien...I...I have business to discuss with Denis. Farewell for now, ma chère."