Never Have I Ever Managed to Finish a Story

If I was Emmrich Volkarin and I had spent thirty-five years of my life watching everyone around me get married and have babies I would be a little crazy too. If I was a fifty-two year old serial monogamist with a heart full of longing, I too would get a little weird about it when a Young Adventurer started showing interest in me. If I was fifty-two, a former orphan who'd spent a lonely childhood dreaming of family and had given up hope of ever having a wedding or meeting my children, only for someone beautiful and brave to start staring at me with big wet cow eyes and tell me I looked GOOD? I might do something a little insane like introduce them to my dead parents. And then if they for some weird reason found the whole Dead Parent thing charming I would absolutely neck on them in a cemetery. And yeah that's probably a lot of people's definition of moving too fast but ANYTHING looks like moving too fast if you've been standing still for thirty-five years. In conclusion, Emmrich Volkarin is guilty of horny crimes but they were justified and no jury would ever convict him.

I cannot see epics version of Odysseus allowing his son to assist him in taking out these suitors 🤔 I’m ready to see how this plays out

Hey. Hey. What if. What if when that happens, when Odysseus is telling him to go somewhere else, he tells him to "spare himself the view". What then huh

I just find it interesting how the first thing Odysseus complains about when he regains consciousness is his head, when he was literally stabbed in the gut. The sword went clean through. I mean, I can't vouch for any of them (thankfully), but I'd expect him to talk about that wound for a bit.