Both questions he weighs in his heart as he drinks of the honey-sweet mead.

"I am of two minds," Achilles says. "For death took my Patroclus from me, but so too shall death reunite us. Moreover, I do not know what use my life has now that the dearest life I know is gone. When first came the news, I longed to leap headlong through death's gates that I would not suffer such heart-devouring agony for a moment longer — of course, I knew I could not rest until I had taken revenge on Priam's son, man-killing Hector, paid him back for his outrage. Now that I have done so, however..."

A great sigh heaves from his breast, like a death knell on his thoughts.

"As for your second question...though it is not for mortal minds to know all that lies ahead on his path, I admit that I am curious. Please, son of Hades, tell me what you can, some scrap to comfort me."