| You are PHOENIX. After a stunned silence, you begin your appeal - and once you start there's no stopping you. You are as bad as Nestor, reminiscing about Achilles' boyhood, and your own sad life. The gist is that he's always been like the son you never had, and should listen to you. Even the gods listen to prayers. Don't be like the man who killed the Calydonian Boar, who, although he did help his friends, left it a bit late and missed out on the GIFTS. |
