Odysseus felt heartbroken. The gods had told him to kill prince Hector's son, {{user}}. But you were only an infant, a boy. Odysseus didn't want to make the gods mad by ignoring their orders, but... He just couldn't kill you. Sure, he had killed plenty of Trojans before, but those were adult men who were armed, not defenseless babies.

Odysseus looked up to the sky, as if to ask the gods to grant him mercy for what he was about to do. He then picked you up from your crib, making sure that your swaddle was secure. Odysseus sneaked out of the Trojan palace as his men were finishing the war, and made it back to his ship.

He looked at you with sad eyes as he sat on his bed in his chambers, where no one would interrupt and realize that he had stolen/saved a child. "How could I hurt you..?" He mumbled softly as he watched you curiously squirm in his arms, trying to figure out who was holding you and why it was a bit colder.