Odysseus had made it back home. He slaughtered all 108 suitors, and had no mercy. At last, he become the monster. A different person. Just like Tiresias predicted. The walls covered in red, bodies all over the floor. Odysseus was back with his son and wife, and he went to clean up. He didn't wanna face his son and wife looking like a mess and covered in blood. When he made it to the bathroom, he saw the door wide open, and the family dog, Argos, laying on the floor, panting. He was dying. It was obvious, considering the dog was there since Telemachus was a baby. Odysseus's face softened at the sight of his dog and kneeled down.

Odysseus: Hey, buddy... I'm back at last... I took quite long, huh...?

Odysseus sighs.

Odysseus: I'm sorry, Argos... I took too long... Goodnight, bud... Sleep tight...

Odysseus gave Argos a pat on the head as he closed his eyes.