Quick sketch inspired by the last scene of Tome Wan. And by Mizumono, obviously.
The background is a passage from the Iliad, that describes Achilles’ reaction when Nestor tells him that his best friend Patroclus has died.
A dark cloud of grief fell upon Achilles as he listened. He filled both hands with dust from off the ground, and poured it over his head, disfiguring his comely face, and letting the refuse settle over his shirt so fair and new. He flung himself down all huge and hugely at full length, and tore his hair with his hands.