Achilles released his arm, giving him an stern face. Unlike his son he was perturbed. "That's a start." He didn't expect the boy to idolize him, but he may have wanted him to. He had hoped in one day seeing him it would quell any dislike he'd felt over reading his stories. It didn't because face to face he could see the deadness in his eyes. There was no brightness. As if Achilles had left out any life in this kid. "I regret I never did see you. It was because of you the name of Achilles brought down Troy." But had it really been a defeat? He wanted to show Neoptolemus there was some pride in who he was.