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We need to get a couple things straight. Right now.

One: You have that app almost done. Samples can't be that hard.
Two: I really hate it when people bring Skyros up. Why do you always think it's even more amusing this way? It's embarrassing (I do still have a reputation to uphold, not that you'd know anything on it) and really annoying. Whatever a "meme" is, it's a shitty excuse. Honestly, you're worse than my mother.
Three: I can still kick your ass like this, make no mistake. Get off your ass, finish the normal app, and can we just pretend this whole stint never happened?

...That last part is going to be too much for you, isn't it?

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[Cassandra just laughs.]

[Laughing as well, clinging to Cassie.]

The heel! Oh, Cassie! The heel!

Which do you think is more humiliating? Dying from an arrow through the heel or by being hit accidentally by the world's worst archer?

Dear lion, I should think that it is the archer who shames fair Achilles.

Oh yes. A slight to honor to be bested by the worst.

His mother be not proud.

Mmm. Yes, hilarious.

You have no idea, my dear almost-brother-in-law.

Oh no, I get it. I'm not a syncophantic, back-county Mycenaean. And distant cousins is bad enough. Let's not bring your sister into this.

That was my desire. It wasn't met.

How disappointing for you. But I guess you're used to that.

You have no idea.

But what of you? Are you going worldwalking?

You're right, I don't. Thank the gods.

Worldwalking...well, not like this if I can help it. Mother will hear no end of it.

Where will you go?

Let's just say I've been told that "worldwalking" isn't exactly the most apt term. In a literal sense.

Explain.

It's not so much walking on one world as it is walking on several. Kind of like Odysseus' whole...thing, except not on Gaea. And I can...okay, so maybe I can't actually go home whenever I want and maybe it's a little too much like Odysseus for comfort, but it will be better. I can promise that.

I suppose I ought to wish you well on this ventrue.

If they're hollow words, Cassandra, spare me.

Oh no.

There are few Greeks I could ever respect, but you number among them.

[That gets a voracious side-eye; Achilles is still suspicious. But the sentiment doesn't seem outright malicious.] Well, I don't...hate you either, I suppose?

You would have no reason to.

Reason has very little to do with it in war. None of it was offense to me, or the army, or Greece for that matter. And the war happened anyway.

Over trivial honor, I know.

No matter. We're all dead now. And the story is being retold falsely, filled with love and other fictions.

Honestly, I never gave a shit about Menelaus' wounded pride. If he can't hold onto his wife, that's his problem. Sometimes, I wonder if the war being about Helen isn't the big lie.

I have no doubt it was the lie.

The excuse.

I'm really glad I never got suckered into that oath. I still went, granted, and I'd do it again. Though maybe for different reasons the second time. Probably to different ends.