This is my best friend in my armor. His name was Patroclus. Notice how I said was, that is because he is dead. He died in my armor. I allowed him to use my armor after I refused to fight for the Greeks any longer. He had my back the entire time when I fought.I shared with him stories of my past, he shared my pain, and he was my one and only friend that was a boy. He meant the world to me and to have someone take him away from me and kill him, ripped me apart. So out of anger, I killed Hector, the man who killed Patroclus and dragged him through Troy on a chariot. I know that was mean of me, but he killed my friend. Besides, he shouldn't try to kill me. He should have known better. Nobody will ever kill the ones who I care about or me, because I will seek justice - and that was justice to me.