I can't stop thinking about Patroclus and Chiron. I just can't
Thinking about Patroclous following Achilles to the training in the mountains, wondering if he's gonna be welcome. Thinking about Chiron being so confused bc he's supposed to train the prince, but Achilles refuses to go without the other boy so Chiron just have to accept It.
Thinking about Patroclous learning to heal from Chiron, listening to his stories around the campfire with shining eyes. Thinking about young Patroclous helping the centaur in any way he can, always wanting to know more, but still being so kind. He's almost as strong in combat as Achilles, and the two love spending every second together. But it's still Chiron that Patroclus seeks comfort, knowledge, and peace every day. Thinking of Chiron slowly seeing Patroclus as his own son, taking pride in him not only for his feats in combat, but also for the heart of gold that made him so human.
And then I start thinking about the day they left. About Patroclus having to say goodbye to his father figure, about Chiron giving his boys up to a war he knows they won't return from. Wondering how Patroclus would call himself Chironides, not prince of Opus or lieutenant of Achilles, but the son of Chiron. Did Chiron spend nights around the campfire, wondering how they were doing? If any of them would make it back? Did he find himself praying that Patroclus was safe?
Did his heart break into a million pieces upon learning of his death? Of the incessant mourning of Achilles, the boy did he once see so bright?
I really can't stop thinking about their dynamics please send help