[The joy may be gone out of him, but Achilles is no less proud, nor any less beautiful, still as statuesque a figure after all of this time.]
And I you, Achilles, son of Peleus. [The smile on his face is one weighed down by melancholy. He's read the stories. He knows what Achilles returns to, and it's hardly a pleasant return that awaits him.]
The timeline's really sending you home now? You can't stay-- not for a little longer?
[It seems as if they've only just gotten to see, if not completely eye to eye, as close as they could've come to it.]
crawls in... again
And I you, Achilles, son of Peleus. [The smile on his face is one weighed down by melancholy. He's read the stories. He knows what Achilles returns to, and it's hardly a pleasant return that awaits him.]
The timeline's really sending you home now? You can't stay-- not for a little longer?
[It seems as if they've only just gotten to see, if not completely eye to eye, as close as they could've come to it.]