DISLAIMER: No, I don't own the movie Troy or the book written by Homer. And none of the lyrics here are mine, either. Some of the lyrics have been slightly edited to fit the context of Troy. Obviously, Homer didn't write anything about dark cold hotel rooms... and the lyrics don't really have to do with the flow of the story, they're just random memories of the time when Achilles and Briseis were together.


UNCONDITIONAL

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You used to captivate me by your resonating light

now I'm bound by the life you left behind

your face, it haunts my once-pleasant dreams

your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me...

--"My Immortal" by Evanescence--

(A soundtrack to Briseis' mourning of her lover, the great Achilles)

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Briseis stumbled along beside Paris, tears blinding her, her last vision of Achilles still burning in her mind. Achilles, wounded by numerous arrows, by all rights dead. And yet, he was on his knees, his eyes fixed on hers, determined that Briseis would remember his strength, his love. Not his death.

How fiercely he loved me. Briseis was weeping. She was already thinking of her lover, the great Achilles, in the past tense. Achilles. He loved her so much that he had let her leave him, then he had come to save her.

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I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it

I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you

But in reality I'm slowly losing my mind

Underneath the guise of smile, gradually I'm dying inside

Friends ask me how I feel, and I lie convincingly

'Cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering

So I wear my disguise, 'till I'm alone at night

And then I break down and cry, cry

--"Breakdown" by Mariah Carey--

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Before I let you go, I want to say

I love you

I hope that you're listening 'cause it's true

you'll be forever in my heart...

so before I let you go, I want to say

I love you

--"Before I Let You Go" by Freestyle--

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And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby

It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there

If love can see us throug

Then we'll be together, somewhere out there

out where dreams come true...

--"Somewhere Out There" by James Ingram--

(theme songs for Achilles and Briseis, the night after Hector was killed, after Achilles allowed Briseis to leave him and she returned to Troy)

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His surprisingly gentle hands on my arms. His warm lips on mine. An enemy soldier sighted Paris and Briseis running away from the warfare. Before he could open his mouth to bellow, Paris' arrow whistled through the air and sliced into his heart. Briseis, sobbing, wasn't even aware of the disruption.

Bronzed muscles gleaming. He used them to kill, to hurt, but I cannot hate him. She wanted to forgive him for killing Hector, for killing everyone he had killed, but there was nothing to forgive. Achilles was what he was, and he was not a man who would let his treasured cousin's killer walk for much longer in the world of the living. He was not a man who wouldn't join a war, who wouldn't fight in a war. Briseis couldn't blame Achilles for being who he was. She loved him, lethal abilities, passionate nature, and all.

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This is our moment

This is my perfect moment with you

I wish I could freeze this moment in time

The way that I feel for you inside

This is my perfect moment with you.

--"Perfect Moment" by Martine McCutcheon

(Briseis' thoughts on the night that she and Achilles first made love)

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He wanted the world to remember his name. The world would remember Achilles, and so would she. But she would cherish him in her memories not as a great warrior of legendary skills, but as a man who loved her and protected her. Briseis' mind was in turmoil, her sight blurred by tears, and she didn't see Paris stabbing an arrow into a Grecian warrior before he pulled it out and fitted it into his bow, sending the bloody arrow flying into the chest of another enemy rushing towards them.

Then they were at the secret passage, but Briseis barely noticed. Her thoughts were frantic. She wanted to die. Could she die, and go with him to wherever he was going? She wanted him. She wanted to be with him. Achilles. My love. I love you.

But what if there was nothing after death? A cold chill struck Briseis, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Paris grabbed her by the shoulders. "What is wrong?"

She didn't answer, just started moving again. She could feel something frozen sweeping over her. What if there was nothing after death? What if there was only darkness, nothingness, and she would never be with Achilles again? Who said there was life after death anyway? What if there was nothing after death?

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Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain

someday we'll know why the sky is blue

someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you...

--"Someday We'll Know" by New Radicals--

(why did Achilles have to die? Why were he and Briseis denied a life together? Their thoughts on that...)

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Panic. Pure, icy panic swept through her, and she did the first thing that came to mind. She grabbed Paris, who was striding swiftly in front of her, and whirled him around. Then she slapped him, as hard as she could. The sound reverberated. Paris was stunned.

Then he raised his hand to hit her back. A muscle clenched in his jaw, and Briseis stared at him defiantly, almost welcoming his violence. "Go on!" she shouted at him. "Do it." Achilles. Her heart became colder, if that was possible, as images of the first time they had made love came to her, herself holding a knife to his neck, his sensuous lips ordering her to do it. To kill him.

Briseis silently added, give me a reason to hate you, Paris. She wanted so much to hate him for killing Achilles, but at the same time, the memory of Hector was strong. Hector's gentle embrace, his loving words, his honor and strength. Hector was the reason Paris had killed Achilles. She couldn't hate Achilles for killing the man who killed his cousin, and she couldn't hate Paris for killing the man who killed his brother.

If Paris hit her, she would fly at him, and scratch him, and punch him, and maybe he would hurl her against the wall. Maybe her head would crack on the stone wall, and she would die, and she would be with –

Achilles. Tears sprang into her eyes, and her face crumpled. Paris inhaled and let his hand drop. He pulled her into his arms. "Briseis, I'm sorry."

Damn you. Don't apologize. Who will I blame for Achilles' death?

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Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew

You were the one I loved

the one thing that I tried to hold on to...

...and it seems that I can't live a day without you...

--"Goodbye To You" by Michelle Branch--

(a song from Briseis to Achilles, as he held her in his arms before he died)

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Briseis pushed her way out of Paris' arms. Without thinking, she started to turn back, walk back to Troy. Achilles was there, maybe he was alive, maybe she was just having a nightmare.

She had barely taken two steps when Paris moved towards her, and his fingers clamped around her arm in a steely grip. He gritted out, "Do you return to Troy? It is a dead city. Or do you return to Achilles? He, too, is dead."

Briseis started to slap him again. He caught her by the wrist and glared down at her. "Do not slap me for speaking the truth. The great Achilles is dead."

Briseis eyes were cold, as cold as the silver necklace Achilles had given her, draped around her neck, hidden in the folds of her garment. "Because you killed him, you coward!"

Paris stiffened. Then he let go of her wrist, wounded. Quietly he said, "I may be a coward, but now I am on my way to a new life with the woman I love. Because of his courage, the man you love lies dead."

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Mothers weep, children sleep

So much violence ends in silence

It's a shame there's no one to blame

for all the pain that life brings...

--"Stand" by Jewel--

(a melody for all in Troy, especially Briseis, who flees her burning homeland, the land where her beloved Achilles died)

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Briseis shrieked at Paris, "He died because he saved my life!"

"I saved Helen's life!" he shouted, with sudden, surprising anger. "If she had stayed in Sparta she would have killed herself. She would have walked into the sea and let herself drown."

Briseis was thoroughly chilled by now, and she cried. "You shot him, thinking you were saving me. And I could have run to him. I could have protected him with my body. Instead I stood there and let you use your arrows on him. I watched you kill Achilles, and I did nothing."

"But so many men are dead," Paris went on. "I am selfish, am I not? I put my own happiness, my own love, ahead of Troy. And now Troy burns."

"Achilles was all to me. He said to me that I gave him peace. He gave me love. He was my sun, my moon, the man I gave up everything for. He only hurt me once, and that was when his beloved cousin died. He saved me countless times, loved me countless times. I was his captive, his slave, and yet he treated me as his wife."

"A thousand ships of war were launched because of the woman I love."

"My beloved killed my cousin Hector, and so many others."

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And I know you're shining down on me from heaven

like so many friends we lost along the way

and I know eventually we'll be together

one sweet day...

--"One Sweet Day" by Mariah Carey and Boys II Men--

(Briseis, to her dead Achilles)

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Both of them fell silent, standing in the flickering torchlight of the empty stone passageway, each immersed in their own thoughts. After a while Briseis looked up at Paris and said softly, "Is there an afterlife?"

Paris looked at her. "I do not know. But if there is, surely you and Achilles will be reunited.'

There was life after death. There had to be. And there Achilles would be waiting for her. Slowly, but surely, heat was flooding back into her, melting the glacier around her heart.

"He killed so many people. What if they are all waiting for him in the afterlife, waiting to get their revenge?" But warmth was seeping back into Briseis. The coldness had come from the thought that there was nothing after death, that she had seen her beloved Achilles for the last time kneeling, his eyes locked on hers.

"You love him despite that." Paris gazed at her with a mixture of confusion and admiration. "How can you love the great Achilles? Is he not a brute in bed? I know how much you adored Hector. How can you love his murderer?"

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Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong and carry on, 'cause I know

I don't belong here in heaven.

--"Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton--

(what Achilles might be thinking in the afterlife, because the good Briseis might be going to a heaven where he, Achilles, who has killed so many, shall not be allowed)

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Briseis spoke, her tone firm. "I wish Achilles had not fought with Hector at all. But he did, and it would have been harder on me to see Achilles die."

Paris blinked. "You say that you would rather Hector die than Achilles?"

"Yes." Her tone left no room for argument.

Paris said nothing for a moment. He reached out and gave Briseis an unexpected hug. "I love my brother, but I cannot fault you, cousin. I would rather plunge Troy into a war with the Greeks than see Helen unhappy and ready to take her own life."

Briseis wrapped her arms around Paris and held on tight. She started to cry again. "I want Achilles. So much!"

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I'm there for you, no matter what

I'm there for you, never giving up

you know it's true

I'm there for you.

--"For You" by The Calling--

(a tune for all the times Achilles rescued Briseis from harm)

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Paris held her, and guided her down the passageway, to where his beloved Helen was waiting.

The children of Troy loved fiercely, and unconditionally.

A few steps later, Briseis mumbled something, redness flooding into her cheek.

"What?" Paris tilted his head towards hers.

"I said, Achilles was not a brute in bed. He was incredible."

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In the arms of an angel fly away from here

from this dark cold war

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

you're in the arms on the angel

may you find some comfort here.

--"Angel" by Sarah McLachlan--

(for Achilles, as he loved Briseis during the war against Troy)

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A/N: I just watched Troy, and I had to write this… this is something I churned out two hours after I saw the credits flash on the movie screen. Hope you like it… please review...