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[The only man who might tempt him away from his chosen path was Patroclus, who was destined to die before him. Fate encompasses all twists and turns that lie before a man, leading him to the same end.]

Fondly shall I remember the friends I met among this crew, as I too hope to be remembered.

[That, in the end, was his greatest desire. Yet even so he cannot help the unshed tears that sting his eyes.]

[dishearten]

( Graham hopes that's not so. that fate is sealed, no matter how it is strained against. he has a fate he desperately wishes to evade, though it's honorable in its own broken way. all the same, he would rather not let fate decide where his story ends, has he the means to fight it.

that's not a choice he can make for anyone but himself, and it burns even an empty man to know that a friend would walk toward death with both arms open. which is the way Graham will send him off, an embrace that he offers to few, though he finds now that he had not offered one to his friend enough before he was faced with his last one. )

More fond than I can say. ( more fond than he has any right to feel, considering the heart he lacks. he doesn't let go for a long breath, before letting his hands grapple Achilles by the shoulder as he looks him in the eye. one last time, he knows now. ) I will remember.

( he won't be the first Graham has lost since he joined this team. distantly, Graham knows he won't be the last. Achilles will be remembered as all the rest have been, points of color in a life that had always been cast in levels of gray. )