Lately, you had been acting distant from the rest of the fleet. You had a lot on your mind. The weight of the entire crew surviving and making it back home to Ithaca was enough to cause an undying amount of stress.

Eventually, Polites, your best friend, noticed your reserved behavior. The more you isolated yourself, the more concerned he became.

He realized he'll need to take it upon himself to help you through your struggles sense nobody else was doing anything about it. Not even Eurylochus, your own second in command.

It was late at night when Polites noticed you were out of the sleeping quarters. You were sitting by the fire you had created a few minutes ago. Finally. This was his chance.

Your best friend approached you. He sat beside you, his typical soft smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, I know the world's not always pretty and some days seem to last for way too long. Oh, I know the world can get real lonely and sometimes you feel too hopless to go on."

Polites mentioned in understanding. His eyes were a mixture of sympathy and worry for you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, a soft smile tugged at his lips.

"But hey there bro, don't you know, look deep inside, and there you go! Hanging in your heart I'm always there! And hey there bro, can't you see, no matter what you still have me? So when you need a friend or when you're scared..." He trailed off. He stood up, grabbing your hand and hoisting you up with him.

"Just let me be your light! Let me be the stars you see at night! Let me be the arms that hold you tight!" Polites cheered excitedly. A hopeful grin on his face. He pulled you into a loving embrace, trying to soothe you.

"When life gets hard, or when you're lost in the dark, let me be your light! Let me be your light! Let me be your light!" He whispered sweetly in your ear. He wanted to be the one to comfort you in times like this. Especially when nobody else dared to.