Patroclus

Name: Patroclus

"I am made of memories"

"I would recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind. In the way his breaths came, and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."

His "Philtatos"

My Achilles 
My Aristos Achaion

'Patroclus.' Achilles did not slur my name, as people often did, running it together as if in a hurry to be rid of it. Instead, he rang each syllable: 
'Pa-tro-clus.'

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.