(Video; UN: sing of the rage)

[glorioussong]

(Three days have passed since his arrival. Three days spent in confinement while he recovers from...something. He recalls white powder on his fingertips - Patroclus would know the name of it - but that's all. Now he is in his benefactor's wing. Vannozza Spina.

As ever, he is blunt.)

I do not care for this welcome. (It feels like a ploy to pull the wool over his eyes. Achilles has never fallen for ploys and he won't start now.) This is where I introduce myself. I am Achilles Peleides and if you are at war, show me where the men are fighting.

(He will drink wine and party after.)

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(voice)

[glorioussong]

You can't think beyond your own existence? (Achilles, Prince Ass, has come to question a god.)

You're probably right. I could be struck down for even thinking that.

(voice)

[scrapgege]

[If only you knew what this god has been through by the hands of men, Achilles, a little sass is definitely no skin off his back.]

Certain gods can be a little testy at times, but I don't, don't worry. Not about those things.