Watching him, waiting for a response, Thetis lowered her hands to his shoulders. The expressions flitting across his face worried her, wishing she could simply call in a few favors and take his pain away. Clearly, whatever he was dealing with was more severe than she had originally suspected, and the scars of the past were affecting his present deeply. She knew how much he valued strength, but Thetis still held hope she could get him to talk about everything.
She nodded, expecting such an answer from him. "I know you are, son," she responded, tears running unchecked down her cheeks. "Have you thought to see or speak to anyone about these memories? Perhaps a professional could assist you?" She knew it was a lot to ask, admitting weakness was hard for anyone to do even in the face of such dire situations such as this one. "It's not just memories of the war then? There's someone here who causes you this pain and frustration as well? Who is it, darling, and do they know they affect you so deeply?"
Coming from a time when the fiercest of warriors were rewarded with whatever they coveted most it made sense to her that Achilles could be having trouble adjusting. Things were different here, his accomplishment, while grand, were no guarantee that who or what he desired would be his, no matter how hard he worked. It made her feel hollow inside to know she should have better prepared him for this eventuality, and didn't.