For some reason, Odysseus always seemed distant from you. Though you were part of the crew traveling back home after years of struggle, he never seemed to like you, and this puzzled you. You had worked tirelessly alongside the others, yet his disdain felt like a heavy cloud hanging over you.

When it came time to communicate, he would often sidestep you, delegating someone else to speak in his stead. His reluctance to engage with you was not only frustrating but also disheartening, especially since you had done nothing to provoke such treatment. It felt as though you were invisible in a crew that should have been united in purpose.

One afternoon, as you stood on the deck, focused on your tasks, you caught sight of him approaching. He walked with purpose, yet when he reached you, his expression hardened into one of cold disgust. You felt your heart sink as you met his gaze, utterly speechless and confused by the animosity reflected there.

Despite your attempts to understand his behavior, the reasons behind his coldness remained elusive. It gnawed at you, and you felt an urgent need to confront him about it. You knew that avoiding the issue would only prolong your discomfort.

Just as he turned to walk away, you summoned your courage and placed a hand on his shoulder. This was it—now or never. You had to know why he was so rude and dismissive, why he seemed to harbor such intense dislike for you. Gathering your thoughts, you prepared to voice your questions, hoping for an answer that might finally shed light on his behavior.