There it is again: these boys and Neoptolemus are denied belonging, safety, and camaraderie because of what shaped them as children. Circumstances they had no control over. In Neoptolemus’ case, it’s a perfect reflection of what he suffered during his life in Greece—the only difference is that he faced it alone.
“It sounds very much like where I spend my eternity. Warriors fight endlessly in the fields of Elysium.” Along with an occasional godling on security duty. “That’s how they spent their lives, and they can’t imagine an afterlife doing anything else. Those other groups must be the same.”
Though Achilles still can’t imagine any skill or challenge in shooting one’s eternal opponents with a guns.
He watches Scout’s stick carve figures in the dust and thinks of Pyrrhus’ wax tablets. “There is something I don’t understand: Lamb is not already dead. He doesn’t belong here among shades. His mortal body cannot reform, can it?”
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“It sounds very much like where I spend my eternity. Warriors fight endlessly in the fields of Elysium.” Along with an occasional godling on security duty. “That’s how they spent their lives, and they can’t imagine an afterlife doing anything else. Those other groups must be the same.”
Though Achilles still can’t imagine any skill or challenge in shooting one’s eternal opponents with a guns.
He watches Scout’s stick carve figures in the dust and thinks of Pyrrhus’ wax tablets. “There is something I don’t understand: Lamb is not already dead. He doesn’t belong here among shades. His mortal body cannot reform, can it?”