Very well. I shall bide my time until the day comes I must go to fulfill Fate and my promise both.

As was I. Great-hearted Patroclus was the bravest of the Myrmidons, destined to fall while I still lived. I loved him as I love my own life. I have done all that I could for him, reaping revenge from murderous Hector with my spear and honoring him with the most splendid funeral man has ever seen. Hundreds of armored men bore his body unto his pyre on the headland overlooking the Hellespont, and on those timbers spilled the blood of a dozen long-horned oxen in blessing.

[Just Ancient Greek things.]