#[angry heaven] shoza

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what a dynamic duo

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"What is it this time Synia."

"Aw, cmon Shoza don't be like that!"

"...."

"Ok, ok fine. Can you cover for me? Just for a bit? There's some buisiness i gotta take care of on the surface."

"...Why and How do you expect me to do this."

"Because you owe me a favor, and just.... Make sure the souls stay here until I get back I guess? I didn't think this through, ok?"

"Ugh, fine. But what the hell is so urgent that you need to drop everything?"

"Oh, the kid decided to go on an adventure, but she took a verrrrry experimental and dangerous weapon that uhhhh mightexplodeifshetriestouseit-"

"WHAT? SYNIA WHY DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"

"Haha yeah ok gotta go now bye!"

"YOU CAN'T JUST-

......

I hate that woman."

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Shoza and Synia sat across from each other, the only thing between them being Synia’s desk.  Neither wanted to start the conversation.  But, eventually Shoza did.

“....Why didn’t you tell me he’s been missing, Synia.  It’s been 3 damn years, you have no excuse.”

The woman avoided his gaze.  “Because you didn’t need to know.  And I knew you’d get like this.”

“I didn’t need to know? I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW!?” Shoza’s tone was getting angrier by the second, and he slammed his hands down on Synia’s desk. “LIKE HELL I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW, HE’S MY FUCKING SON WOMAN!” Synia stood up, avoiding eye contact no more, giving the man a piercing glare. 

“Oh really? Coulda fooled me, with how much he despises your sorry ass.  I can’t blame him, honestly, it’s not his fault his father was such a goddamn coward he treated his son like shit just so he could get him to take his life, all because ‘Oh wah, it’s too hard to live without my wife’.  What makes you think he wants your sorry ass saving him, huh?”

As soon as the words came out, she regretted them.  Not because they were false, or exaggerated.

But because they were painfully true.

Shoza just stood there in silence, hunched over the desk.  For a second it seemed his rage had boiled over, that he was about to explode, but then....

He just got up from the desk, his posture and expression just hollow. Empty. Defeated.

All he could muster was a near silent “......You’re right.”  Behind those tiny, seemingly insignificant words were years of denial, years of pain, years of suppressed regrets.

And with that, before Synia even had a chance to say anything back, the man left.  All Synia could do was curse herself.  

But... maybe accepting the truth would help him.

At least, that’s what she hoped.

As the truth was all she could offer.

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"...."

"....Why didn't she tell me...?"