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“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.”
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
“We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
“Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. He was watching me, the corners of his mouth deep with sorrow.”
“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”
“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”