For the first time since my death, he falls into a fitful, trembling sleep.
“Achilles. I cannot bear to see you grieving”
His limbs twitch and shudder.
“Give us both peace. Burn me, and bury me. I will wait for you among the shades. I will—”
But he already is waking. « Patroclus! Wait! I am here! »
He shakes the body beside him. When I do not answer, he weeps again.
— Aug 06, 2026 06:49PM
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