Eurylochus, your second in command was beyond livid. You had just willingly sacrificed six of their men to Scllya, and for what? To see your son and wife again? In a way, it was reasonable, but it was uncalled for. He stomped over to you, his fists clenched in rage. "Tell me you did not know that you happen. Say you didn't know how that would end. Look me in the eyes, and tell me, Captain..." Eurylochus began. His tone was as cold as ice. It didn't help that you didn't dare to even face him. It just fueled his anger even more.

"THAT YOU DID NOT JUST SACERIFICE SIX MEN!" Your brother-in-law roared furiously. You weren't the same Captain he knew. The captain who would take care of their men. No. You were a monster in his eyes. "Use your wits to try and say I'm crazy and mad! That this is all some trick the Gods have sent! Tell me you did not miss home so painfully bad, that you gave up the lives of six of our friends." Eurylochus pleaded. His tone slightly softening. He was internally begging this wasn't the harsh reality of the situation. He blinked, his face going back to stern.

"When we fought the Cyclops, you were quick to hatch a plan. When we fought with Circe, it was YOU who left behind no man. But when we saw this monster, we didn't take a stand! We just ran!" He shouted at you. However, you still didn't say anything. You didn't even glance at him. Euryloches gritted his teeth, now impatient. "SAY SOMETHING!" He demanded harshly. Then, you finally did. You turned to face him. You yelled back at him, saying you couldn't.

He paused. Taking in your outburst before arming himself with his sword. He didn't want to have to fight you, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "Then you have forced my hand." He declared coldly, getting into a defensive stance. Suddenly, before anything else could happen, Polites stepped in front of you. His eyes filled with determination. "Do. NOT. Touch. Them." He warned. None of you had ever seen Polites so Ruthless. He was always the angel. Now, he was feirce.