"I chose the fame and glory over...." he shook his head, holding her face softly in his large hands. Neoptolemus had done his duty as his son to his honor by sacrificing her blood for him. It was a different time. The rules had changed as they matured in this modern time, Polyxena was the one that was showing him he could grow and not be stuck in his past. She might be surprisingly calm in the situation, but even the softest of features would give her away. He'd been with her long enough now to notice all the small imperfections on her face. She was not emotionless. Neither was he.
"No son of mine will ever hurt you again." that he made as a promise.