He sat there for a moment, his eyes not quite as clear as if he were spacing out into another place in time with those words of hers. Having heard something strikingly similar before by his own best friend when Achilles had failed to fight for a scorned heart and pride. Patroclus had refused to listen to his friend lament over himself instead of taking into account the thoughts of others.
The thought just as it had been the previous night, had thrown him back into some of those long drawn memories. Perhaps it was Briseis' return that had started to spurn them.
"I will drop my pride if that is what it takes," he said in a soft voice, almost broken in it's make-up. He would not walk out of there with that kind of conclusion, he had come to make amends. He was defiant in nature, and in times that did keep him at length from seeing what was really important and beautiful in life. Just the reconnection with a lost love was enough to make him realize that.