[ What a question. Visibly shaken, he responds too quickly, reflexive as though struck across the face. ]

I'm not. [ Does that sound defensive? Wait, let him rephrase. ] Anyone would be curious. I'll look into it. As far as any heroics go... I think you'd know far better than I would.

[ Seeing as how Achilles is a hero, and Childe's just some tool to be used at the Tsaritsa's behest, that answer comes so easily. The reminder of what he told the Traveler once— what it does mean to defend childhood dreams— sits oddly in his throat, and Childe glances aside, already turning away. ]

I'll see you later, Achilles. Let me know if you figure it out.

[ He's making his exit before he says anything more incriminating. ]