Achilles understands the simple division between peoples. Centaurs and Lapiths. Athens and Sparta. Greeks and Persians. That’s the root of all war.
What’s strange to witness is the waste. Why ruin the woman’s legs? Why not take her as a slave? If not, why the half-measures? To revel in her torture and suffering? There’s no honor in that. In any of this.
“You’re right. This is not fighting. This is an affront,” Achilles decides immediately. It’s plain to see, but would Pyrrhus have come to the same conclusion?
“You seem to sense it was wrong, lad,” he says gently, as if talking to a pupil. Gavroche was forthcoming with his experience, but Scout is more reserved. “How did you know it, when those around you participate so eagerly? Did others hesitate?”
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What’s strange to witness is the waste. Why ruin the woman’s legs? Why not take her as a slave? If not, why the half-measures? To revel in her torture and suffering? There’s no honor in that. In any of this.
“You’re right. This is not fighting. This is an affront,” Achilles decides immediately. It’s plain to see, but would Pyrrhus have come to the same conclusion?
“You seem to sense it was wrong, lad,” he says gently, as if talking to a pupil. Gavroche was forthcoming with his experience, but Scout is more reserved. “How did you know it, when those around you participate so eagerly? Did others hesitate?”