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He seeks out the Captain as the battle draws to a close.
Perimedes is riding the wave of triumph at the Trojans’ fall, and he knows many of his companions are doing the same. They are right to! This is a joyous victory—one worthy of a grand celebration. Well deserved, after the ten years of war they had spent away from home, and Perimedes wanted to begin the festivities sooner rather than later.
But they could not start without their Captain.
So Perimedes does the favor of seeking him out, finding the Captain in one of the highest rooms of Troy’s far tower. He makes to call out to him, but there is a screech, and a flash of lightning despite the clear skies. Something (his dying sense of self-preservation) tells him to keep quiet. Perimedes does, and learns of a prophecy.
He thinks he is missing much of it, but the gist is that there is an evil baby that will grow into an evil man, and he will kill the Captain’s family. Perimedes watches as the Captain tries to appeal to a being he cannot see. It feels like a terribly solemn affair, and Perimedes did not come here to experience tragedy. It did not seem like the Captain was in a terribly hale state to party, however.
Bummer. Perimedes silently thinks that the Captain should work on killing that baby as effectively as he’d killed the mood. He watches the Captain stand over the evil baby’s cradle for a long moment, then two, then three—and he continues to stand there, unmoving, for so long that Perimedes begins to think that Zeus might have turned him into a statue.
But no, the Captain is perfectly fine.
In fact, he has finally begun to reach for the evil baby.
Slowly. Very slowly.
Chop chop, man, thinks Perimedes. Pick up the pace so we can get home.
But he doesn’t.
If anything, it seems like the Captain is spacing out.
Perimedes waits.
Two seconds pass.
Yeah, he’s done waiting.
He snatches the evil baby out of the Captain’s arms and yeets it.
“What—” says the Captain.
“You’re welcome,” says Perimedes. “Can we go now?”
“...I suppose?”
Thank the gods.
Perimedes so done with this war.
Party time!