Your pleading repels me now. You say go back again - be crammed inside the city. There is no more shattering blow that I could suffer. Not even if I should learn of my father's death. Cursing each other here like a pair of nagging women Boiling over with petty, heartsick squabbles, blustering Into the streets to pelt themselves with slander Much of it true, much not.
Anger stirs up lies.
Well I know you are brave, and I am far weaker. True - but all lies in the lap of the great gods. Even so - writhing in death till all you Trojans pay For Patroclus' blood and the carnage of Achaeans Killed by the racing ships when I was out of action. Then I'd face any fate. And then no way to escape my death, my certain doom - Achilles is far too strong for any man on earth.