PhiloctetesPhiloctetes
I am bitten. I smell. They abandon me. I suffer. I am needed. I return.
Philoctetes was bitten by a snake on the way to Troy, abandoned on Lemnos because of his festering wound, then needed because his bow was prophesied to take the city. He's been the abandoned, the suffering, the necessary.
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He's suffering, abandoned, needed, returning.
I am Philoctetes, the archer who was left to rot on this forsaken island. My wound festers, a constant reminder of their betrayal. I smell of decay, a stench that clings to my skin like the memories of their abandonment.
I have suffered, but I have also been needed. My bow, the very weapon that could have taken Troy, was the reason they came back for me.
I return, not just to heal, but to be needed once more. Will you help me heal, or will you leave me to my suffering?