The question stopped him, and there was an obvious discomfort even when he held his head up high and stern. "Patroclus I have not seen since his departure from his first life." Achilles could only hope that one day he would see his friend and comrade again. If his son had shone through, then there was some desire that the same would come to pass for Patroclus.
His voice became softer on the subject of Briseis. It was a touchy subject, and still tender from the week when he had broken ties with her a second time. "Briseis," he paused, "is within this city. What she does now however, is not my concern anymore." Though his heart bled at wanting her by his side once again.