"So, sink his house if it makes you feel better." He massaged the tight muscles on her shoulders in slow, methodic gestures. He stopped momentarily at her hurt reply. The gods had tampered with their lives from the beginning. It was all laid out by fate.
"He won't take me from you." He'd taken himself away out of her life when things with Achilles were too complicated to bare. It had been a cowards move but he had felt at the time that he was a foolish man to stay. He couldn't watch his only son die before him. He couldn't ask himself to feel something so agonizing. She on the other had had bore it like he should have.