For the first time since my death, he falls into a fitful, trembling sleep.
Achilles. I cannot bear to see you grieving.
His limbs twitch and shudder.
Give us both peace. Burn me and bury me. I will wait for you among the shades. I will—
But already he is waking. ‘Patroclus! Wait! I am here!’
He shakes the body beside him. When I do not answer, he weeps again.