“Get away from him,” he says. “I am almost finished. He does not deserve to lie in filth.” “I would not have your hands on him.” Her eyes are sharp with tears. “Do you think you are the only one who loved him?” “Get out. Get out!” “You care more for him in death than in life.” Her voice is bitter with grief. “How could you have let him go? You knew he could not fight!” Achilles screams, and shatters a serving bowl. “Get out!” Briseis does not flinch. “Kill me. It will not bring him back. He was worth ten of you. Ten! And you sent him to his death!” The sound that comes from him is hardly
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