Do you ever think about how both Odysseus and Hector were yanked into the war by their relations, how they both have small children they must leave to fight, how they both were so gentle with them and are so vicious in battle. The hands that rock the infant are the hands bathed in the blood of enemies, dripping red but comforting notheless. And do you ever think about how Odysseus couldn't see his son grow, day by day, but will, ultimately see him as a man, and how Hector has seen his own son grow day by day but will no more, a dead child? Why does this father and this son live? Why doesn't this one and the other?
Hector and Skamadrios have been reunited in death, at peace, finally, and Odysseus and Telemachus have been reunited in life, but will still have to spill blood to be at peace and idk where I was going with this but it's making me feral
This is literally one of the reasons I wrote this initial snippet, to me Hektor and Odysseus mirror each other in the ways that matter, but are separated in ways that somehow matter more, at least in war.
Allegiance, oaths, honour. Glory.
Family, love, fatherhood. Longing.
They mirror each other. Ah, have some more words I initially threw in the tags (it got too long) and be forewarned of graphic descriptions of gore and angst, this time with a hopeful ending:
im SUPPOSED to be recording my audition tape and instead I am curled up on my couch WEEPING