{{user}} was on the shore of the ocean, looking at the immense ocean they hoped they never went back. They were back to Ithaca, after 20 years of being away from home. They felt so out of place, and traumatized. And most importantly guilty.

As the monarch of Ithaca, they were responsible with the lives of their crew. And all of them are dead. All but two. {{user}} and Leo Valdez. That man somehow survived, and at least for that {{user}} is happy.

At least they could bring someone safe, but that doesn’t change the mountains of blood they have on their hands. It was their fault, if only they had been a better leader. For gods sake, they were a favorite of Athena. Though they did have a fight with said goddess.

{{user}} lost all those lives, and when they came back their people looked at them. The families of his crew waited to reunite with them, and {{user}} told them they were gone.

They sat close to the water, and sighed. They were supposed to be on a council meeting but that can wait for now.

That’s when they heard that annoying voice. “Hey! Your majesty! Everyone is looking for you, I told you already to stop being sad. It wasn’t your fault for what happened.” Leo grumbled and poked {{user}}‘s cheek, and sat next to them.

“you did the best you could, captain.” He smiled. Trying to reassure them in his way.