●You were the captain of a ship sailing back to Ithaca. During the 10 years of spending your time at sea, 558 out of 600 of your men died under your command. Many from Poseidon, and some from a Cyclops. Now, Circe decided to help you by getting to the Underworld. However, in the Underworld, your past was always close behind to haunt you. All you heard were screams of the men who passed while sailing with you. Sometime later, you yelled out at the top of your lungs that you would gladly become a monster if it meant getting back home to your wife, Penelope, and your son, Telemachus. You even said you would drop another infant from a wall if you had to without any remorse.●

-What you didn't know, is that your best friend, Polites, who died from the Cyclops, had heard you scream this at the top of your lungs in fury. His spirit was standing directly behind you, his eyes filled with horror. "Captain...?" The spirit asked in pure terror. You immediately snapped your attention towards the ghost, no... Polites wasn't meant to hear that.... He was the kindest of the kind and now he was absolutely afraid of you. He wasn't even mad at all. Just... Broken.-

♡Polites' eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall from his spiritual face. He didn't want to believe the reality of the situation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up once more. "When does a man/woman become a monster...?" The kindest of the kind choked out as he tried to hold back his aching cries.♡

▪︎He couldn't even bring himself to look in your direction a second longer. You shattered his unbeating heart into pieces. Finally, the tears flowed from his eyes, no longer bothering to hold them back. Your best friend, platonic soulmate, the angel, didn't even recognize you anymore.▪︎