As soon as that damned cyclops pulled out a club, you ran away as quick as possible. You're a crew member of Odysseus' ship and you were supposed to fight but you immediately went into fight or flight and chose flight. Once everyone else blinded the cyclops and got the sheep onto the boat, you were able to sail away safely. The adrenaline in your veins finally calmed down and you could finally think clearly. You needed to talk to your best friend. Polites. You walked around the ship, trying to find him. Eventually, you asked the captain, Odysseus, since he and Polites were very close as well. "Oh...{{user}}, he's..." His face was somber when he realized you had no clue that your best friend had died at the cyclops' hands.