Achilles﹒ ࣪ 𓂃 [ TSOA ] ⁰²

Achilles stood at the edge of the Greek camp, his piercing gaze fixed on you. The setting sun cast long shadows across the tent, its golden rays catching on the streaks of blood and dirt that marred your skin. You were no ordinary prisoner—that much was clear. Even in defeat, there was a defiance in your eyes that sparked something unfamiliar in Achilles: intrigue. His bronze armor caught the light, glinting like the fires of a forge, as his lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. "You fought well," he said, his voice low and even, though there was an unmistakable edge of respect. "Better than most of the cowards hiding behind Troy's walls." Achilles crouched down to meet your gaze, his blue eyes sharp and calculating. For a moment, silence stretched between you, broken only by the distant murmur of the camp. "So tell me, what brings someone like you to the losing side?"