Achilles had spoken very little of the subject. His mother, father and the rest of them had just shoved him aside as volatile, nothing seemed to crack him open.
Then this....
That wound was still festering, now it was just open and the elements were eating away at him. He looked away quickly, determined not to let a single tear drop for such a creature that had cast him aside as if he were nothing.
He scanned the wall ahead as if he could manage to say something else, but his words were stuck in his throat, preventing him from even voicing what he knew he felt.