"“Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus’ son Achilles, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.”
(Homer, Iliad I)"

Achilles has what he swore to take: Hector fallen at his feet, Troy’s greatest hope cut down.
His rage has burned through friend and foe alike, dragging a dead man’s body around the walls that would not break.

This is the tragedy of vengeance.

In the quest for asserting the self and its own will, the human desire goes too far.
Love, loss, rage, violence.
In the stillness after battle, the godlike warrior is left only with the weight of what cannot be undone.
This is Achilles at the edge of his own legend, where vengeance has nothing left to offer but tears that honor cannot hide.