He loved his son dearly, he loved all his children more than he thought any of them could understand. Moth, Dexter, Amoxtli and Zeltzin, meant everything to him, and Moth had given him so much before she passed he would always love her, always be so grateful for her for giving him his children and now his grandchildren. Really though Coszcotl meant it, he really wanted Dexter to stay here, to know he was okay though he also wanted his son to be happy. If wandering the world made him happy then Coza wouldn’t deny him of that happiness either. Ultimately he rather be living their lives to the fullest rather than just being safe. Sometimes one thing didn’t exactly equate to the other, and in Dexter’s case it certainly didn’t unbeknownst to the aged male.

”You could never let me down.” Coza assured him, and that was true. Even if Coza found out his secret he would still be proud of his son, perhaps a little worried and disappointed at first but in time he would get over it. Though he didn’t know that, he was slowly starting to figure out that not all could do as he did, not all wanted to be scarred and hurt over and over again for the sake of others. It was not an easy life by any means. Every scar on Coza’s body had a story, a life saved or spared from death. He wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to be forgiven, it was never an easy path, he knew it was that way, and over time he started to accept that even his children couldn’t be expected to take it, nor was he sure he wanted them too. Age brought the old male a lot of things, and while he would never change his ways, he certainly wouldn’t force his path on his children or grandchildren either.

As Dexter explained what he wanted to do, he smiled at his words, his desires and though he wondered what justice he would bring down upon Aranck and the one who poisoned Amoxtli he continued to smile. He wanted to help his family, he wanted to do right by them and really that was all that mattered to Coza in these moments. It wasn’t like Coza wanted to take what Aranck did to Moteuh laying down, or what happened to Amoxtli. But that trail to his knowledge had grown cold and without outright starting war, Coza wasn’t sure what they could do to Aranck.

”Zelda will be happy to have the help and you home. Our family is still strong Dexter, just hurting. Hurting like when we lost Moth. Losing family makes us hurt, and builds us stronger towards the end.” For the first time Coza might have lied. There was nothing stronger about how felt after she passed, but Amoxtli and Zeltzin had certainly pressed on and continued growing. ”Zelda might know how to help you achieve goals, though, she is very kind, very much like Moth and Zeltzin. She takes strongly after the women who were part of her life. She’s grown so much since you seen last. Surely at least she will be needing help with Aranck.” He says then touching his brown forehead to the side of his son’s neck.

”Just be safe doing whatever it is you do.” He says gently pulling his head back again looking into his son’s eyes. He figured Dexter would want to settle back into his home, he didn’t need an old limping man following him about but of course Coza would spend as much time as he could now that Dexter was in his presence.