Odysseus hadn't imagined this in the first place. He had been told to kill the child, to drop it off a building. He couldn't bring himself to do it, despite having killed many before. Those men were all grown, physically capable of fighting back for their life. This? This was just a poor innocent infant.

It was a miracle he managed to get back to his tent without anyone discovering his little secret. He had you securely bundled as well as he could to make sure nobody had been suspicious. Inside of his tent, he looked down at you, slowly unwrapping you. You had large, curious eyes, babbling as you reached for him, unknowing of what he had almost done.