He's the hero, you're the villain. You've spent the last years of your lives fighting and being enemies, just for it to end like this.

His usual confident expression has faded long ago. You're both sitting on a rooftop, rain pouring from the sky as you await the arrival of the end. You've always fought. And who wins the power in the end? None of you. You both lost. The world is ending and neither the hero nor the villain made it.

Achilles, the hero, looks up at the sky, lost in thought.