[Even as Maya takes the photograph from him, his gaze lingers on the form of Patroclus, the warmth in his smile, the life in his eyes, and in his chest grows a cleaving pain as he remembers with sharp clarity how it had been to feel that warmth and hear his laughter. Tear gather to cloud his vision, for neither the first time today nor the last time.]
Beyond all my comrades I loved him, and beyond all my comrades he devoted to me the deepest loyalty man can give.
[The words fall quietly, but each one possesses a great weight.]
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Beyond all my comrades I loved him, and beyond all my comrades he devoted to me the deepest loyalty man can give.
[The words fall quietly, but each one possesses a great weight.]