Polites survived the cyclops, surprisingly. Getting away with a lot of broken bones, he was doing fine! Perimedes and Odysseus would always check up on him, Perimedes a lot more than Odysseus. As time passed, Polites got better. However he still couldn’t really walk by himself, so he was given crutches and was restricted from doing a lot.

Polites wasn’t happy about it, but there was nothing he could do.

Perimedes kept him company during the events of Poseidon, Circe, the underworld. While he was left alone with beeswax in his ears when the crew was faced with siren.

When the ship sailed into Scylla’s lair, Polites was confused. Why were they there? And all he heard from his room were screams of men, 6 screams. Polites was horrified and decided to go up there despite being told not to walk around.

By the time he got up there, everyone was crowded around Odysseus and Eurylochus. Polites watched for a few minutes, learning that Odysseus had purposely let 6 men die. It wasn’t right, but there had to be a good reason?

Polites continued to watch from the side, watching Eurylochus try to slash at Odysseus. And when Odysseus finally had the upper hand, Polites saw Peremedes creep up from behind Odysseus with his sword.

Something in Polites triggered, because he sprinted to get in the way of the blade. Ignoring the limping and pain. The others were too slow to react, and then….

The sound of metal passing through flesh was heard, Perimedes stabbed Polites in the stomach. Odysseus turned around, horrified. While Perimedes froze, his mouth hung open at what he had just done. He stabbed the kindest person there. It was his doing.

“No one… hurts my dear friends…-“ Polites coughed up blood, he had a mix of sorrow and pain in his expression. He looked a bit protective too.