... It was all wrong. Nothing he painted was like the way I remember those days.
[ But that's the point, isn't it? The events of the war had been left to the painter's imagination, and yet Achilles still finds it a bit offensive that it's not entirely accurate. ]
He painted Patroclus. And Hector.
[ Lifting his satchel, he produces that tube holding the rolled up piece of artwork, popping the lid open and sliding the painting out. ]
See for yourself. [ He only has Patroclus. Who gives a fuck about Hector? ]
no subject
[ But that's the point, isn't it? The events of the war had been left to the painter's imagination, and yet Achilles still finds it a bit offensive that it's not entirely accurate. ]
He painted Patroclus. And Hector.
[ Lifting his satchel, he produces that tube holding the rolled up piece of artwork, popping the lid open and sliding the painting out. ]
See for yourself. [ He only has Patroclus. Who gives a fuck about Hector? ]