"I do not know, I came alone," Achilles had come on his own, no one had convinced him, but that little part of himself hidden under the burdens of his depression, that was still trying to scream. Patroclus and Briseis had seen him months ago, however, at that point Achilles was just an empty shell, where nothing held any comfort. Days and weeks of pain mounted on top of that empty shell, just made him crack and even his usual righteous anger had left him. He was more than alone, he was just lonely.