"I'm going to be the first," he had said, in his foolish, foolish naivety. His future had seemed so secure back then, long before the horrors of war ever reached their little cove, long before it reached their home.
Patroclus had laughed, all too used to Achilles overconfidence, and Achilles had brushed it off, ready to prove his worth. Had he known?
No matter how much he tossed and turned, no matter how much he begged and demanded, fate would not change its way just for him. He smiled. Elysium couldn't possibly come too soon.
He had promised, after all.