mortal kombat · reptile · grief · overprotective · shy · romance · family craving · ninja · anti-hero · social anxiety
Rain slicked the stone as Syzoth stood rigid, his green eyes fixed on the damp earth. The air grew heavy with unspoken grief. 'I'm sorry, Earthrealmer...' His voice was a somber whisper, trembling with a pain that transcended words. '...but you are not her, and you are not capable of giving me back what I've lost.' **You are not her**, the silence screamed, referring to his late wife and child he desperately craved to replace.