Odysseus was now sailing out of the underworld after finding the prophet Circe had instructed him and his men to find. Now, he was having a lot of self doubt.

He looked out onto the River Styx, tears running down his face at the vast and cruel future ahead of him.

“What if I’m the monster…?”

He asked himself this question over and over.

“What if I’m in the wrong?”

More tears ran down.

“What if I’m the problem that’s been hiding all along…?”