Edan Chrysler (nachtebuch) wrote,
Edan Chrysler
nachtebuch

on war;

  Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. 'No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.'
  'But what if he is your friend?' Achilles had asked him, feet kicked up on the wall of the rose cave. 'Or your brother? Should you treat him the same as a stranger?'
  'You ask a question that philosophers argue over,' Chiron had said. 'He is worth more to you, perhaps. But the stranger is someone else's friend, and brother. So which life is more important?'
  We had been silent. We were fourteen, and these things were too hard for us. At twenty-eight, they still feel too hard.
  He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honour is all that will remain. It is his child, his dearest self. Should I reproach him for it? I have saved Briseis. I cannot save them all.
  I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.


(The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller)
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