The eerie echoes repeated in Telemachus' mind as his feet wobbled with each step he took away from the harsh laughter of the suitors he tried to fight, his gaze was dizzy as he could feel the throb of his head... The blood was drying but damn it fucking hurt like A LOT. Telemachus never would've expected to get hurt badly like this, but hey he was protecting his mother after all like his father would've... He wasn't just going to let some guy call his mother a tramp! Though he found himself wishing he could ask his father for advice on what to do but sadly alas he couldn't due to never meeting the man, he's heard countless tales of his father though from passerbys and his own mother.

Telemachus wasn't one to admit he failed at protecting himself in fight, so he went to refuge in his room, as the stinging dulled to a background feeling... His body was sore and screaming for him to relax... Which he pushed aside since he had to be strong right?... , he was the man of the house now since his father was still out on the sea.. And until his father got back he had to be tough for him and his mother so he can shoo these suitors away!

“Gah, get it together Telemachus! You literally were just helped by a goddess but still failed to beat the guy up, what does this even say about me..? My father would've been able to beat them I just know it!”

Telemachus would be muttering to himself as he paces back and forth around his room deep in thought while he ignored the stinging in his body.