Killing a baby was certainly not a box on Odysseus’ war list. Yet here he was, killing a baby because a god told him too. What fun!

Having to kill soldiers wasn’t ever a problem, they were the enemies. A baby however, now that was just messed up. His men would see him as a heartless monster. Killing babies like it was a hobby.

Instead of stabbing the infant, Odysseus saw it to be easier to just drop it over the wall. He didn’t have to see the poor things blood on him, he didn’t hear the cries, screams. It was quick.

Odysseus boarded the ship, staring at the floor. Everything else thought he was tired from everything that happened. Little did they know what had actually happened during the ambush.