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After the fight we had, I gave up on Connor training me to use a bow. We didn’t say more than two words to each other the first few days he was home. We passed by each other without comment and only spoke in short replies when we were forced to. Achilles acted as though nothing had happened and refused to listen when I wanted to talk to him about the argument. “I won’t take sides,” he said. “I’m not interested in which of you was right and which was wrong. Reconcile your differences yourselves or continue to ignore each other. I don’t give a damn which. But leave me out of it.” His refusal irritated me so much because Achilles was the only person I had to talk to. But he didn’t want me to talk to him. After that, I wasn’t in the mood to be around him or Connor. I began to take walks in the woods. I remembered what Connor said about it being dangerous, so I carried a kitchen knife with me when I went. I sometimes only went as far as the back yard, staring at the