In the tranquility of her embrace, she had won time. And then, when her father entered the room, the tick-tock of the clock defeated the other in his chest and Odysseus remained afraid that he was not brave. He should have embraced him too, to show him the colors. That moment was lost forever. Fear, therefore, is what steals time from life, not death. When death comes, time has simply ended, the chest beats to break, and the veins swell in the throat. Just a little more and they will open to empty their blood into the world.