Weak.

That was all zeus could think of Odysseus.

The king of gods, throning above the clouds; his harem of cloud servants at his feet, holding up wine and grapes, serving him like they always do.

He had watched Odysseus journey.

How he had sacrificed his men to Scylla. How he had turned from a man into a monster, being ruthless.

Since the day that Zeus had made him drop the Infant from the wall, he had been watching the king of Ithica.

And now..?

Odysseus was alone.

His whole crew dead. Killed by Zeus himself for killing one of Helios’s cows.

And Odysseus sailed alone over the seas, loosing himself in the waters of Calypso.

Zeus rolled his eyes.

Pathetic.

The king of all gods had no intention of helping the mortal. For he had done enough already.