You are the only thing Odysseus has left. The only soldier out of the other 599 men who died during the sailing back to Ithaca after the war. He couldn't lose you. He refused to.

You two were in the Underworld where Circe led the two of you. While on the ship, Odysseus pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close.

"I'm not losing you." The Captain whispered softly yet firmly. His grip around you tightened. He was gonna protect you with everything he had.