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“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only […] A fierce red rage comes, and he almost kills [Odysseus] there. But he would have to let go of me. He cannot. He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.”
-The Song of Achilles (ch. 31, pg. 337)

I’m pretty sure it’s almost necessary for any artist who reads TSOA to draw out this kind of scene as a way to help process the ending….I’ve seen quite a few renditions and each one breaks my heart.

Description
(No blood version)
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only […] A fierce red rage comes, and he almost kills [Odysseus] there. But he would have to let go of me. He cannot. He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.”
-The Song of Achilles (ch. 31, pg. 337)

I’m pretty sure it’s almost necessary for any artist who reads TSOA to draw out this kind of scene as a way to help process the ending….I’ve seen quite a few renditions and each one breaks my heart.