And overpowered by memory
Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely
For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching
Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself,
Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again
And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

He must lay siege against Briseis' walls and conquer her. Love would be his sword and he would break all her chains.

I could not burn your mortality from your body, so live before your days are gone and regret fills your heart.

Briseis blinked, shaking her head in disbelief. 'You have taken everything from me. My husband. My brothers. My father. You have given me no word of my mother. There is nowhere else for me to go.'
'I expect too much,' he stated.
'Their faces fade from my memory,' Briseis said, quietly. 'Without them, I have nothing.

Choose,' she says, reaching out towards him. 'Choose to which of us the apple most belongs...

I think: this is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: how long do we have?