"He's half my soul as the poets say." - Achilles about Patroclus
I never want to experience the love, the loss they've suffered. Achilles and Patroclus, Aristos Achaion and his most beloved, the better half of his soul.
What good is life when you lose the one you dedicated it to? Shakespeare was wrong. It's sometimes better to never fall in love, too fast, too deep. I would rather look at all these dull blues of regret than the lovely vibrant colours of emotions just for them to turn you into a monster in the end.
Oh, for what I'll give for them to experience it again but without this horrible end they had to endure. Absence of one's heart will destroy the sense of rightness and humane. Achilles was not a hero, he was a lover, a poet. A side only Patroclus knew that he had.
The time he left to kill victor was not something a good person would do, revenge does not justifies anything, it's only done to calm one's self.
He was out of his mind. Achilles was long dead before his half mortal body even experienced it. All that was left was a shell of an empty man. A shallow figure for the fables to make their subject. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Achilles stopped existing because his arrogance took Patroclus away from him. He couldn't live with himself.
After that, he was just a warrior with no heart, no regrets, no spirit, and no memories. Because all his memories were shared with Patroclus. Stored in him. Created because of him. And...gone with him.
"I am made of memories" - Patroclus
They will know each other in both life and death. They always had.
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The Song Of Achilles brainrott is here
Greek tragedies have ruined me inside out I don't know what to feel anymore. It's been months since I read it but-
Note: I need to sort alot stuff out. This is not proof read.
[p.s. Any book recomendations?]
