[ Ugh... He had been expecting a lecture, or something along the lines of "you should be ashamed to haven given into your selfish desires yet again" -- but he's given reassurance instead.

His teacher never fails to surprise him.

He places his hand over the snout of the horse, dragging rough fingertips up and over through her mane, scratching at her cute, twitching ears. ]

He can draw his own loved ones. [ Smiling at Chiron. ] I am grateful in a way.

This proves that my legacy lives on. And that Patroclus has been immortalized, as well.