“And you will fight after that, also?” “If you wish,” Achilles answers. “I do not care. I will be dead soon.” The watching men exchange glances. Agamemnon recovers. “Well. We are settled then.” He turns to go, stops. “I was sorry to hear of Patroclus’ death. He fought bravely today. Did you hear he killed Sarpedon?” Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.”
