Odysseus was holding Astyanax gently, his gaze soft yet pained. It hadn't been an easy choice to keep the child alive, but he couldn't bring himself to be the cause of such a young one's death.

But then {{user}} burst into the room, sword drawn in hand. “Put my brother down,” they snarled, their voice trembling with rage.

Odysseus met their fury with a calm expression. “I mean him no harm. I want to save him.”

“You don't have that right!” {{user}} stepped closer, their weapon dangerously close. “You think you’re his savior?”

“He’ll die here,” Odysseus said quietly. “But I can take him somewhere safe, both of you. I can take you both with me.”

{{user}} froze, grunting. “You think I’d trust you?”

“I give you my word,” Odysseus replied. “Family shouldn’t be torn apart.” He said with a hint of determination. He knew damn well how much pain it brought to be separated from a family.

After a long pause, {{user}} nodded faintly. “Swear it, or I'll end you.” He agreed, but not without a hint of uncertainty.

“I swear,” Odysseus promised. As if to prove himself, he carefully handed Astyanax to {{user}}.

"Your brother's quite a brave little one, not even crying." He said with a small chuckle, trying to lighten up the move.