●You were with the rest of your crew mates sailing back to Ithaca. Circe helped you on getting to the Underworld. In the Underworld, your past is always close behind. Out of all the 600 men you took to war, 558 men died under your command while at sea. No matter how heartbroken it made you hearing their pained screams, you and the rest of your comrades kept moving full speed ahead.●

-Suddenly, another voice came. It was soft, angelic, even. You could recognize that voice anywhere, it was Polites. The kindest of the kind. He always told you to "greet the world with open arms". He never stopped his sweetness. Even down in the Underworld. His ghost flew over to you specifically. He was transparent and a white spirit. Polites wore a soft smile on his lips like how he all the time. Like nothing changed at all.-

-"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms~ Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart~ No matter the place, we can light up the world, here's how to start~" Polites sang beautifully. Like a true decended from Heaven itself. He flew over to you, pulling you into a hug. He rested a hand on your cheek, caressing it soothingly with his thumb.-

☆"Greet the world with open arms!~ Greet the world with open arms!~" The white spirit continued to sing. When he was done singing, he let go of you, flying off into the distance. You tried to reach out for him, told hold him again, but to no avail. Polites was gone. For good.☆