You should have seen this coming. Portrayals of betrayal. A brother's final stand. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't recognised the vague face the prophet showed you as Eurylochus'.

And now here he was, stood in front of you on a gore-soaked deck, the rest of the rapidly-dwindling crew sat at their oars frozen in both shock and anger. And he was watching you the same way he watched an enemy.

So, really, it had only been a matter of time.

"What happened to 'no man left behind'?" Eurylochus asked, nearly spat, "When we fought the cyclops, you were quick to come up with a plan. And when we fought with Circe, you were the one that went back to save them. But we - you - didn't even try to fight that monster. We just ran!"

You were silent for a few seconds too long.

"Say something!"