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[heavyhitter]

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[heelies]

[Despite the heavy pall of melancholy that drapes this final meeting, a smile shadows his lips.]

Then all shall be as I wished. Man is mortal, but his name need not be.

[It is this that had stoked the fire deep in his breast, and this that had lashed him onward to Troy despite all that he was made to surrender in exchange.]

[heavyhitter]

[ Well, at least she could get a smile out of him, even if it's small and pathetic. She meets it with a warm one of her own, even if it's a little shaky around the edges, then reaches to grab and squeeze one of his hands. ]

Let's do that wine you mentioned.

[heelies]

[He squeezes her hand in return and leads her thus to the table, upon which sits the wine. This he mixes and pours in the tradition of his people, the ways of whom he has faithfully followed through every strange land. One cup he passes to her and another he sets before himself, but before he will drink of it he must pour the gods' portion: a small vessel sitting by the fireplace receives his libation.]

May Zeus who bears the aegis, bright-eyed Athena, and Phoebus Apollo grant us their benison for as long as they may.

[Well does he understand the irony in praying to the very gods who would and could do nothing to prevent his death, but what he does not know is that it would be Apollo himself, the far-shooter, who would guide the fatal arrow to his flesh. Then he returns to sit across from Ramir and take his own cup.]

How strange it is to remember now, as we come together in friendship to share wine, that once you vexed me as fleas vex a dog. Why, we once boxed and wrestled there on the beach of the Nalawi's land, so intolerable we each found the other!

[heavyhitter]

[ She's uncharacteristically patient as he pours and libates, content just to watch. Well, not content — resigned, maybe. All his ritualistic religious stuff suddenly seems nostalgic, like she's already missing it.

His comment gets a quick laugh, quiet and a little subdued. ]

Right on the beach, yeah, in the fucking storm. God, there's a good memory. [ She wipes a hasty hand under one of her eyes, staving off tears that haven't quite gotten around to falling yet. ] But come on — I was more than just a flea to a dog to you. I almost kicked your ass that first time!

[heelies]

[He frowns, his pride seizing him as so often it does, but he cannot help but laugh too for the memory.]

Indeed, I was shocked to find a woman not only so rude, but of such sturdy stock as well, touched by the strength of Pallas Athena, so it seemed to me.

[He drinks then of his wine, and his voice softens.]

So too, I was surprised by all I might learn from you, dear Ramir.