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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Before answering, he greeted the hero in front of him. ⠀ ⠀— ⠀ Achilles, divine lineage. I'm Antinous of Ithaca, son of Eupeithes. ⠀ ⠀

"You are kinda different from what I expected" She actually believed him but some part of her brain was still having trouble with that information so that was all she could come up with.

A very confused Xanthe looked at the other man, blinking once, twice, three times, just now paying attention to how similar both of them looked, still, she didn't want to jump into conclusions so she tilted her head as if telling him to elaborate.

"Some man named Achilles, can't remember him much" And she truly seemed to not remember her father much, as the realization of who she was talking to still seemed to escape her even though she was almost a spitting image of her father, with only some of her mother in her.

She frowned at that, wondering why the man was asking more and more questions but not answering hers. "My mother's name is Deidamia, why though?"

Looks up at him, untrusting sea glass eyes staring into the same-colored eyes, she wonders why he looks kinda familiar. "My name is Xanthe, from Skyros, who are you? I feel like I've seen you somewhere."