Ah, but when has a mundane ever done the intelligent thing?

Yes, well, to err is human.

And divine.

And pretty well everything else's nature, while I'm at it; mistakes are something that just happen. I've made enough of them myself to know that.

Well, I'm hardly one to weep for Troy after the nonsense that place put me through- but I'd have expected better from Priam, at the least.

Still, if you're speaking of your mistakes, I own I've always wondered. Did you do it deliberately? It's not as if there's anyone left to damn you either way, but- when you left, was it for love of that pretty Paris boy or to spite Menelaus? I've heard it both ways, each more times than I can recall, and it piqued my curiosity.

...I see. That 'something' isn't exactly unfamiliar to me, either-

Yet even so, all ten years?

Really? Even if it meant your lover could have died of old age?

That's the one argument that always worked on me.

Better to die having properly lived, eh?

[A smile gleamed through the dark curls of his beard.] That's something I can surely appreciate.

And since we're here, what say we find some trouble to get up to while your mundane goes off 'socializing'? There's only so much reminiscing one should indulge in before going off to have some fun.