Achilles was very much convinced that the woman in front of him wanted to hang him dry.
The picture she had painted was clear enough when examined without the excitement of novelty coloring the interpretation. She was more powerful than him by margins he could not currently measure and had still been unable to kill THE Osmontian even in the future, alongside countless others who had presumably dedicated themselves to the same purpose. Whatever she and her assembled force represented in terms of collective capability, it had proven insufficient against this creature that stripped Infinity from Gilded Ones and devoured Sororis Prima like they were nothing.
As grand as his Civilization of Assimilation was, there needed to not be an immense gulf between him and the other party for it to function as anything other than an elaborate method of dying.
Between him and that monster, it seemed like that gulf was massive.
So he wanted nothing to do with it.
