Throughout the years, Penthesilea had blamed herself for the loss of so many of her sisters. It had been almost a year since she had finally come to terms with the accidental death of her sister, Hippolyta. She felt her sisters spirit had finally told her it was alright to move on. Perhaps she had been saying it all these years, but Penthesilea hadn't listened until a year before. Perhaps she had liked punishing herself, or maybe she felt that even her sisters blessing wasn't enough to pardon her in this life. Penthesilea could not continue being so reckless with each life that was given to her. She could not continue that cycle.
She had agreed to meet Achilles to honor those whose lives had been lost. While Penthesilea had not been involved in the Vietnam War, she had been a part of so many before that. Women were not exactly welcomed as warriors until recent decades, and Penthesilea was not exactly the best nurse. It was fighting or nothing. In those days she had longed for the old day. She had wanted to return home and be the warrior queen she had once been. There was no going back. Now she could at least honor her sisters by being a part of the army. It wasn't everything she had wanted, but it was close. And it made her miss her sisters.
She arrived at the memorial and easily made her way through the crowd there until she found Achilles. She offered a little smile and simply stood next to him, allowing him to direct their visit. This was for him.