I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
Achilles: oops my beloved husband/love of my life was murdered by Hector so I guess I have to chase him screaming around the battlefield and fight anything and anyone who gets in my way including this river god :D isn't going mad from grief so silly
im thinking about how Hannibal was Il Monstro. The Ripper. always above or below "human." he was either unholy, sinful, or seemed elevated above human folly. then Will comes along, and Will is just painfully human. he knows humanity intimately, all of its sins and greatness, and was incredibly burdened by the knowledge. and suddenly Hannibal's Achilles heel is a man of raw humanity he (and others) so often saw him apart from.