Briseis couldn't claim that she'd never blamed Achilles for what had happened to David. In her darker moments she'd hated Achilles for it, had wished she'd never met him again. But it hadn't been Achilles' fault in the end. Maybe it hadn't even been Set's fault, even though it had been his hand. Their lives were not ones that mortals should ever been involved with, and Briseis should have known that. She should have known that she'd never be allowed a happy ending with a human being. So maybe, after all, it had been Briseis' own fault, for bringing a man into this world of them and expecting everything to be okay.
"I don't blame you," Briseis told him honestly. "I have blamed you, but the past is past and even if I did hold you responsible, it wouldn't do any good to hold onto that." She squeezed his hand in hers. "I love you. I'm glad that we're still here. That we're still connected."