Oh my goodness what can I say about this story, if not that it’s incredibly heartbreaking, heart wrenching and just incredible. But I have to start with Patroclus and Achilles’s ferocious love. I mean gods, kings and kin had tried to separate them, shame them for their love but it Just. Would. Not. Work. Achilles wouldn’t cower, even when Patroclus wanted to, for the sake of Achilles’s reputation, Achilles wouldn’t allow it, because he just couldn’t imagine a life where holding Patroclus through the night wasn’t possible, and it shows, in the way he went absolutely feral after his death, traditions and gods be damned, the love of his life was dead and blood had to be spilled, and I absolutely loved that he didn’t hide it or shy away from how much he loved his Patroclus. You couldn’t pay him to lie about how he felt, that man was the love of his life. Even Thetis -with all her might couldn’t stop their love. In the end, she conceded and let them be together in the afterlife, but she was only put in this position out of Zeus’s madness and fear of prophecy. How can someone godlike be such a coward. Fuck him.