>>5783062<span class="mu-i">From the first moment I saw him, there was an understanding, a pull that tethered our souls with an unseen thread. The world knew me as the swift-footed, the son of a goddess, destined for greatness and glory. But in the amber depths of Patroclus' eyes, I found a reflection not of the warrior I was to become, but of the boy I was, lost amidst prophecies and expectations. With him, time felt both infinite and fleeting; a paradox I had yet to understand. He was the quiet in the cacophony of my existence, and in the shadow of looming fate, his presence became the singular balm to my restless heart.</span>
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>during your childhood.>during the Trojan War.>after your death.