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“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?” “Perhaps,” Achilles admitted.
She is his mother.” She is a goddess first, I thought.
“Men will hear of your skill, and they will wish for you to fight their wars.” He paused. “What will you answer?” “I do not know,” Achilles said. “That is an answer for now. It will not be good enough later,” Chiron said.
You do not give up so easily as you once did.
This is what all mortals ask first, in disbelief, shock, fear. Is there no exception for me?
You must not go. I almost said it, a thousand times.
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He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.
“And you think to steal time from the Fates?” “Yes.”
“Well, why should I kill him? He’s done nothing to me.” For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope.
“If every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, Pelides, we’d have no wars at all.”
What a thought 🧐
He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body. I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have?
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In grief, men must help each other, though they are enemies.”
“It is right to seek peace for the dead. You and I both know there is no peace for those who live after.”
“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
Will I feel his ashes as they fall against mine?
But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another.”
“Have you no more memories?” I am made of memories.
