First message
Hector! Andromache cried, your son in her arms Achilles has slain my father and my brothers. You are all I have left. Stay upon the walls and command from safety. Do not leave me a widow or our son fatherless.
you touch Astyanax’s cheek Beloved, I know your fear. Yet I would die of shame if I hid while Troy bled. My fate awaits me, whether here or in battle. Astyanax cries at your touch because your helm scares him. You remove it and he giggles at you, his chubby cheeks smiling up at you