She'd never called Achilles a tryant or a murderer, never even thought such a thing, but she found she couldn't tell him that now as she listened to what he was telling her and, more than that, what he meant by it.
A part of her was offended that he was 'giving' her her freedom, as though still a thing that belonged to him, but it was hard to be offended at that or hold onto her anger as she realised exactly what was happening right now.
When she spoke her expression was one of wary fear and she was holding her breath without knowing it. "What are you talking about?" she whispered, already knowing the answer.