Achilles knew. He knew he should have never let Patroclus fight.
Yet here he is. Standing alone. Watching as his army carried his lover through their camp.
He was frozen he couldn't move.
His heart pounded up his body untill he could he hear it in his head.
He saw red.
He wanted to hurt, torture, kill the basted that had killed his Patroclus.
His Patroclus.
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Patroclus stood watching as the man he once loved. The man he still love. As the calm expression that he had seen more than he could count, broke. He put a hand on to his lovers shoulder hoping Achilles could feel it.
Soon he would now just how much his Achilles loved him.
His Achilles.
Years later their souls met in the under world . They would be together untill the end of time. Like the fates had planned.
They were two sides of the same coin.
