Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.

I wish he had let you all die.

Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.

When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.

Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.

Indeed, he seemed utterly unaware of his effect on the boys around him.