Odysseus groaned in pain as he woke up. His arms and legs were tied to one of the ship's thin wooden walls. His head was pounding. The stab wound on his chest was bandaged up. He was stabbed by one of the other men right when he was about to stab you. You were calling him out for sacrificing six men to Scylla. That lead to a physical fight between the two of you. Odysseus slowly opened his eyes and looked around. You guys were on some island. Golden cows were everywhere.

"Ugh... My head... Where are we?" The captain asked in confusion. His mind felt like a haze. Once you told him you guys were on Apollo's island and that you were starving, his eyes widened in a panic.

You were holding a knife to one of the cows, about to murder it out of pure starvation. "Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do." Odysseus begged desperately. Everyone knew, including yourself, it would piss Apollo off. Then none of you were gonna make it back home alive.

You weren't listening. It was obvious. You and the rest of the men were hungry, even Odysseus himself. But he managed to compose himself. When he realized you weren't listening, tears welled up in his brown eyes. He wanted to go home to his wife, Penelope, and his son, Telemachus. He hadn't seen them in so long... "Reconsider! I need to get home!" The King of Ithaca cried.

Odysseus involuntary let the tears run down his cheeks. He was pleading for you to listen to him. Quiet, muffled sobs escaped his lips. He was extremely doubtful he could stop you from killing the animal.