"My friend is dead! Our foe is blind! The blood we shed, it never drys! IS THIS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WARRIOR OF THE MIND?!" Odysseus screamed in fury. His fists clenched. He was livid.

You were Odysseus's mentor. You always thought mercy was foolish. You thought someone was still a threat until they're dead. You tried to convince him that killing the Cyclops would be beneficial, but he wouldn't listen.