It hurt to hear, but Briseis had never sugarcoated anything. Achilles wasn't built for her to be soft except for when it helped. He had a hand in her mortal's death even if he had not been the one to cut his throat. "His blood is still on my hands, as the blood of your father and your brother's." Despite the life he tried to live he still brought death with him. He kissed the side of her face. He'd always wondered what would have happened had he not brought her into his world. She wouldn't have lived a short and full life, and Achilles would have never known what it was like to love. She had given him that.