Coza’s dark ears wavered between being guiltily shoved back and keeping them forward and assured. He was still overjoyed that Dexter was home, happy that his son was back with them. That joy though was still there though it did not eclipse all the pain of losing his granddaughter, and certainly Asriel wouldn’t feel that way either. Still he could see that Dexter was confused curious even shot Asriel one last look before walking away. Guilt seeped through the Aztec male feeling even worse about having to do this but it was for his small grandson that he had to do it. He didn’t want Asriel to be hysterical again. Him being calm was a lot more preferable, though Coza knew the merit of letting it all out, it had taken a while to get him to this point. Still he knew Dexter deserved answers so he didn’t hold back once they were out of ear shot explaining what was going on to their small, but growing family.

His reply was very much one that he could have expected from his family. A smile crossed Coza’s greying maw and sigh from his mouth. ”If I knew what could help I would do something. You is being family, you need to know what is happening with family. Good and bad. You help in what way you think is being right and I know you do the right thing.” The cream and brown male was still smiling at his green-eyed son before allowing his fire-opal eyes to move over his son again before drifting over the lands.

”What will you do now that you are home?” Coza asked genuinely wondering what his son planned to do and if he was staying maybe Coza could make it more enjoyable, or at least make him not leave them again. He didn’t want to be selfish but he was getting older and while he didn’t talk to his children much about it he had been dreaming a lot lately and sometimes those dreams he didn’t want to wake up from. The brute wasn’t eternally happy like he used to be. He still felt the weight of his soul gone, still felt the same as that day. He could be happy but at the end of the day he still felt empty. He hoped Moth would take him someday, wished he would have went with her then sometimes, but he knew his grandchildren needed him and he never would have gotten to raise Cenmatl if he didn’t survive.

His own demons were still around, they were just more sad now instead of just being ghosts of his past. Those were far less terrifying than laying sad and alone in a den at night feeling broken.