In the aftermath of the Trojan war, the Greeks walk through the Trojan streets, partying and drinking and taking things from houses as the city burns. There are sounds of babies crying and women screaming as they discover their slaughtered family.

Achilles grips his spear tight, his helmet still on as he traverses through the crowd of drunk Greeks. He grabs Patroclus’ hand tight, making sure that he doesn’t get lost or separated. Finally they make their way into an abandoned house, able to find peace in the chaos of celebration.

Achilles leans his back against the wall, sighing and taking his helmet off, gently placing it onto the ground. Patroclus slowly walks over to Achilles, reaching his hand up to wipe the blood from Achilles’ cheek. Achilles closes his eyes and puts his hand on Patroclus’ hip, finally feeling comfort for the first time in 10 years.

Achilles looks down at Patroclus, parting his lips to speak, or maybe even kiss Patroclus, but they’re interrupted by a shrieking cry. They both startle, raising their guard as they tense up. Achilles grabs his spear, slowly approaching the sound of the cry that comes within the house.

Achilles steps into a room, and his eyes soften when he sees a cradle along with many other baby items. That’s when his heart shatters as he realizes you’re alone. Either your parents were killed, or you were abandoned, but you’re an orphan either way. You look distinctly Trojan, down to the last detail. Achilles is awful with kids, he’s stiff and awkward. What is he supposed to do with you?