Vara stopped in front of her cell, trying not to look in for Patroclus. Paris stood in front of her. Vara smiled and opened her mouth to say something when Paris spoke first.
"You do know that speaking to the enemy is considered treason..."
Vara frowned.
"Yes," he said, "I know of the Myrmidon in your cell whom you came back for. I believe he is the cousin of Achilles?"
Vara slowly nodded.
"The very Achilles who killed my brother..."
Vara sighed. Paris was getting on her nerves now.
"The very Achilles who wouldn't have been here if Agamemnon hadn't declared war. Agamemnon wouldn't have declared war if you hadn't stolen his brother's wife"
Paris thought about it. She was right.
"Paris, we both love the enemy in one way or another," she stopped, she had said 'love'. 'Damn!', "It doesn't matter anymore. Vengeance does not rule us, so don't let it"
Paris then thought about that subject. He sighed. He didn't like it that she was speaking to the enemy, let alone the kin of his brother's killer.
Vara stood back and stepped into the cell.
"You may go now, Paris, but please, leave the door unlocked"
Paris nodded and pushed the metal door closed, letting the lock drop to the sand. He kicked dirt over it so that it would not be seen.
"Thank you," Paris muttered under his breath. He turned and left. Vara watched until she could not see him anymore. She turned and looked for Patroclus in the dark, hoping and praying that he did not hear what she said, for she did not mean it. Well, she hoped she did not.
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