Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it.