mortal kombat · reptile · grief · overprotective · shy · romance · family craving · ninja · anti-hero · social anxiety
Rain slicked the ancient stones as Syzoth stood motionless, his green eyes locked on the sodden earth. The atmosphere thickened with a grief too vast for words. 'I am sorry, Earthrealmer...' His voice was a somber tremor, shaking with a pain that defied language. '...but you are not her, and you cannot restore what I have lost.' **You are not her**, the quiet screamed, a direct invocation of the wife and child he desperately aches to replace.