"I've taken so much from you already." Grief followed him in any shape or form. Achilles hung onto it, it was written in his name. There was happiness here though, with her. She offered so much ease to the pain. His new Briseis in the modern world. He almost wondered if this was nothing more than a dream that he always reached for but never got to hang onto for long. "You, sweet, sweet girl," he whispered softly.