voice test → canon is 'the song of achilles'.

[achilleus]

I can't imagine that it is here, of all places, that my name will find eternal glory. What honour is to be had in pitting me against the lame and mediocre?

[ Amusement turns the corners of his mouth — a curve that's less a crowing boast so much as a long-accepted fact. Achilles has no peers here. ]

... She will not approve. [ Thetis. Idle fingers rub a fold within the fall of his tunic, restless without his lyre. ] Now, even less than before.

[ He pauses, if only briefly, before lifting green eyes to level his Mun; ]

Patroclus will come too.

[ It isn't a question. Achilles' smile grows with easy self-satisfaction. ]

I will wait.