Who: Achilles and Polyxena When: Troy, Turkey Where: Apollo's temple What: Achilles gives away the secret to his defeat
Patroclus had fallen throwing Achilles into a spiral of uncontrollable grief. He'd substituted that grief with violence, killing anyone that crossed his path who wore the badge of 'enemy' on their breast. Hector had been his prize, which he had drug around for days in the dirt in some psychotic ritual to appease his guilt. It had failed. Briseis brought him no comfort, he continued to grow angry with each passing day, his guilt was clouding any sanity he had left.
Priam had come just nights before to beg for his son's body. Achilles was a murderer, but he still held an ounce of compassion. Hector was a decent rival when he hadn't run. In Priam's eyes Achilles saw his own father begging for some sort of closure. He could not deny the old man that. It was said Polyxena had offered up her jewelry as ransom for her brother's return. Achilles took it as an opportunity to seek her out. He was tired. Broken.
There was an agenda in mind for what he was there to seek. It was time to make amends because nothing took away that dark hole that had opened itself inside of him. He saw her there in Apollo's temple praying. He approached quietly. He'd saved her life once, she owed him this much.