Odysseus' Struggle for Home

I must go.

The sea will take you from me.

I will return.

I left my one love.

An oath called me.

Troy. Troy fell.

We killed everything.

The sea took my ships, my men.

Nine days adrift.

Now, here I am.

Stranded, with something eternal,

she never ages,

neither do I here,

and still I dream of home.

Gods, let me go.

Send him home!

Odysseus...Odysseus.

Seven years I have kept you here.

Weep no more. I am letting you go. Build your raft. Be free.

You mean some other thing.

Not my passage.

Swear it. What a schemer you are.

By Styx itself, I mean no harm to you.

Then at first light. I cut the timber.

Or stay.

Keep this house.

Be ageless. Forever.

Is she worth all this grief, your Penelope?

I am not less than her.

And still, every day, all I want is home. My wife.

My own halls.

I know you can understand that.

At least I think you can.

Please just come out of the sun. One more night under my roof.

Okay.

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