I'm your brother. I'm supposed to do exactly that.
Worry, then, pretty Polyxena. But don't hold answers from me.
Do you know that I love glory? That I seek it, crave it and that it is desirable to me? Hector, Aeneas. They are also here. And I must battle. If I don't, I will be likely sold off or even removed as useless rubbish. Or made to make up for the cost of me some distasteful way.
This is how it is. And we can't do anything about it.