❛ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. ❜ @furiese | a game of thrones
Consider Patroclus surprised to find that the Fury makes for better company than most of his fellow fallen heroes do. He knows not what brought her here, much less what persuaded to linger, and grant him even a minute of her time—but this conversation they’ve had, short as it is, has been... enlightening. His weakness– oh, Patroclus has many. In so many ways is he lacking, inferior compared to his peers, even the Myrmidons beneath him, in life; even without counting Achilles, there was always someone stronger, faster, more coordinated, better with the spear or the sword or their tactics.
A hum rises low in Patroclus’ throat; he considers the Lethe stretching out before them, and wonders if he even does possess a weakness he might turn into a strength, someday. “Spoken like one who’s done such a thing before, Lady Fury. I understand.”
