Agamemnon's corruption

Nathan's eyes darkened. He studied Hector for a long moment before speaking, his tone carrying the weight of an unspoken warning. "Hector, he has gone too deep. You understand what that means, don't you?"

There was no hesitation in Hector's response. "I know," he said, gripping the hilt of his sword with firm resolve. "Don't worry, Heiron. I will do what must be done."

Hector strode forward, his steps measured and firm, until he stood before Paris. His younger brother glared at him with unbridled hatred, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. 

For a long moment, Hector simply observed him, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh that carried the weight of disappointment and sorrow, he spoke. 

"You have fallen very low, Paris." His voice was steady, but the pity in his eyes was unmistakable. 

"SHUT UP!!" Paris roared, his voice cracking under the pressure of his own fury. "What do you know about me?!"