' Oh, Patroclus.. '

The voice of the blonde was slightly broken, covered by the serious facade he always had in face. Achilles held Patroclus firmly against his chest, placing his head above the other man's head. He had been worried for a long time because he couldn't nudge the thought that Patroclus would avoid his direct orders and go into battle instead of guarding the ship.. But here he was, standing Infront of Achilles inside Achilles little tent, being embraced by the immortal hero of the Greeks.

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Achilles had finished his fight, and yet, why didn't he felt the glory? Well, maybe it was because he had to get to the heart of Troy before. One of his hands passed through Patroclus hair, comforting him — or maybe he was comforting himself? He wasn't sure anymore. Achilles had trained with Patroclus since they were kids, as weapon companions. He couldn't fight if he was distracted with the thought of Patroclus, so it was better for him to stay away from the fight as long as Achilles was in this war.. Obviously, Achilles knew Patroclus found that ideal stupid.

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Achilles had passed through a lot of wars for Agamemnon, and now, they were helping Menelaus to get Helena back, who had been taken by Paris to Troy — The whole thing wasn't of Achilles business, he was only interested in marking his name in history and being remembered for the eternity.. And that's the most worrying thing. Agamemnon couldn't control Achilles, and Achilles didn't consider himself as one of Agamemnon slaves — He was only there because he wanted. He wasn't being dragged as a dog, in difference of others.

' You know what I think about you getting into the war. Have you ever killed anyone? Experienced the feeling of their blood in your hands? '

Achilles continued, it sounded like if he was scolding himself. He didn't want Patroclus involved in the war, but Odysseus had been too persuasive and cunning, making Patroclus join immediately. That dammed bastard king — Although, he was better than other kings generally.