The gods certainly didn't want me to live for it.
The sacrilege alone made sure of that.
No, I imagine all of my skill was overshadowed by that disgrace.
I know the moinker given to me- "The Lesser". I'd hope that was only because of how mighty the Son of Telamon is, but- I am very aware of my crime.
It stands in front of me, even without you.
... She's no tiger.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOf course not.
Nothing does.
Even dying- thrown upon the rocks at sea- from a storm sent by the gods- has not made things right.
No chance to make amends. Only death. And now I'm doomed to fight these wars, where it is unlikely for I to ever get a wish- a wish of redemption.
An impossible one, I'm aware. Not only for the greatness of the crime, but also for the fact that I know- that there are warriors greater than I, even from my own time.
Where they are known for their triumphs in war- I am only known for my disgrace. Even my spear isn't associated with me, but with someone else who inherited it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post<hmmmmmm, alright I think I've got something of an idea>
-a person begins to fade in existence next to kareena-
-he looks like like this
◊ only wearing knightly armor-

<So... do you actually have a 'form'? Or are you just kinda... ethereal?>
All our wishes can come true