And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.Earth
He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.Love
He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.Character
When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.Death
But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.Love
"That is - your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.Death
And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. 
He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none. 
He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. 
Name one hero who was happy. 
When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him. 
He is half of my soul, as the poets say. 
But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me. 
"That is - your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.