The Heart of Thalassara!
Achilles accepted it as it felt boundlessly heavy, but he still didn't assimilate it as he looked up at his grandfather.
His mind buzzed with countless thoughts as he tried to put them into words.
"I have… so many questions. The moment I assimilate this, I'll likely be gone. You'll be gone. I don't know if I'll return to this exact memory… or an entirely different one. I…"
Achilles felt stifled.
He didn't know this man.
His grandfather.
And yet it felt like he was speaking to family he'd long missed.
He didn't want to go so quickly.
"I have questions about our lineage. About those who killed generations of us. About—"
"Boy."
HUUM!
The thick hands of his grandfather landed on his shoulder.
His blue eyes were weighty- stern, filled with love… and with duty.
A duty Achilles couldn't yet understand.
