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What?”, I say appalled, mocking and ready to fight him again, a battle of high and intensed vocals. “You know what! DO not play stupid with me!”. He still has no reaction. No facial expression as my voice rips out, making me feel awkward by how loud I am in the normal quiet.         He looks blank as he slowly, nonchalantly turns his head at me, looking like he feels nothing, his face says nothing. Maybe he really doesn't feel anything. I’ll make him feel something. “Is this about that girl?.. Again?’’. He says as if he doesn't know why I bring it up once more, of course he knows I’ve been gnawing at his head all yesterday and today about it. “Yes. And as I have to say it again, she is not just some girl, Okay?!. She's a Lady, a true lady, a real friend to me and you would just let some grubby man lay her hands on her??” I hate that I have to be the one that makes Achilles’ head ache with my voice alone but I am serious about this. Bristes has become very dear to me in the time she's been here, she is close to my heart. I know I love her, but not as a lover. Not as I feel for Achilles, but I know - I feel it, that if she were to leave I’d feel lonely and if she were hurt I’d cry as I help her to her aid, for her to die I’d weep, and her essence disrespected I’d stand for her. 

Although Bristes doesn't think I should be fighting with Achilles, this  it’s a issue I can't step off of. “Achilles!-" I start, “Dont. I don’t want to hear about this girl any longer. You act as if shes important or something, what is it, huh? Do you love her? Is she dear to you?” Actually she is dear to me but at the time all I could do was stand struck by him yelling at me. Actually yelling AT me. “Uh, Yes. She is dear to me, she's my friend and you know what Agamemnon will do to her if you just stay back and let him take her. Why would you want that” He stands “Of course she’s just your friend. I should’ve never asked to take her. You do love her don’t. Why does it matter so much? I thought you loved me, I thought WE cared about each other!” I can see how this situation is getting out of hand, Achilles is misunderstanding me and I see his face turning hot as pink rises into his face. As I think this, Achilles is pacing around in the tent in a skinny oval on his side of the tent muttering to himself how me and Brietes must have been quietly flirting while he’s been out fighting. I want to reassure him but the way he's acting now I might have thought of courting her and taking her up on have a child.

Too bad I wonder how he must feel fighting with me after never in his life having an odd thought of me. 

    “How dare you,” He says back at me. “I cared for you and you you would just Ahguhhh!” He yells in annoyance at me. “No, Achilles I’m just saying, have you no moral, no passion, Anything. Do you understand the amount of hurt rape will bring a sweet girl like her? And I’m not saying I don't care for you I do, you know I do. Why would I sleep beside you if I didn't? Why would I be beside you still even in this war, this battle if I had not cared for you? You think I do it for laughs? For Fun??” He looks at me upset, he pouts understanding but still aggravated. *sigh* “Whatever,” Achilles says, turning from me, bringing his hands up to rub along his face gripping his hair a little. It diffuses our yelling and we talk at normal pitches now.

 “What do you want?” 

“I want you to go get her back and say you’re sorry”

 “Why would I do that?” 

“..To save Briestes.. It would make me happy”

“I can’t” 

“But you can”