"Why dear why? You're acting like a clueless, stumbling fawn who hasn't reached the age of coming to his senses; who basks gleefully and sure of themself in the glistening rays of sun."
"We wouldn't want to lose you, dear Telemachus... Odysseus passed on an eerie, far away island, not relatively near his home. Now we wouldn't want you to have the same fate as your father... please Telemachus think about that?"
"Telemachus my dear, do not let the fact of being killed slip your mind that slyly. You may not even be able to turn your back without being killed instantly by greedy men. Please consider your actions first Telemachus I beg you."
I apologize. You've brought a bigger concept to my mind that requires time. I will decide what is best, and will do so as a tortoise slowly preparing to open up to the daylight; trekking through the doughy mud and the brilliantly colored scene, lost in its adapting mind.