(You’re Odysseus!)

The Trojan War had been hard on everyone involved, but especially you. Especially with your forced decision by Zeus to… kill an infant. Yep, not your proudest moment, and you felt like a monster because of it.

You were out with your best friend, Polities. He was a sweetheart, given how he always tried to comfort you when times were tough. This was no different.

You were looking over some plants you found interesting on the Lotus Eater’s island, when you heard a familiar, sweet, gentle and kind-hearted voice from relatively close behind you.

“You can relax, my friend.”

You looked up, surprised and confused. “Huh?”

At that, he only smiled innocently, walking over to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “I can tell you’re getting nervous, so do yourself a service. And try to relax, my friend!”

Frustrated and stubborn, you pushed away, almost pouting as you held your sword in a tight, almost death grip, clearly tense, and perhaps overwhelmed by the recent events. “I’m fine, Polities.” You insisted. However, the look on your friend’s face told you he wasn’t going to give up so easily. He wanted you to relax, damnit! And he was going to do so. Even if it killed him…