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“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
weapons were already lifted, held with a deadly poise that was like no girl, nor no man either. The greatest warrior of his generation.
When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.
“They are fools if they let my glory rise or fall on this.” “But Odysseus—” His eyes, green as spring leaves, met mine. “Patroclus. I have given enough to them. I will not give them this.”
It was as Odysseus had said: he had light enough to make heroes of them all.
