Before he could he pulled them back to the safety of land. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t kill an infant. “Penelope….Telemachus” he whispered sinking to the ground, holding the infant in his grasp. “forgive me…”

He cried softly holding the child tight to his chest as they reached up, touching his face. He looked down to be met by wideeyed baby. Staring up at him. They let out little giggles. “Alright little one”

It had been months later. The wind bag was opened and they were further away than ever from Ithaca. Poseidon was only making the journey a living hell. He attacked trying to get revenge for his cyclops son Odysseus had blinded. He took one eye from {{user}} blinding the child in that eye.

{{user}} was terrified. Barely trusting to go and walk around the ship. Polites is dead, who helped watch {{user}}. All that was left was his cape the child carried around everywhere.

He was trying to be a good father to his adopted child. They were almost 2 1/2. Talking fairly well. They were strong for a child. He was proud. Even though he missed Penelope and Telemachus.

“Kid…” he sighed, watching as {{user}} cried hysterically over the pain in their eye. Ever since the incident it had been paining the child