Syzoth awoke with a slight whimper. He tried so many times to get the images, the sounds, the smells of the Flesh Pits out of his head. The things he saw Shang Tsung do, the way he was forced to aid him, sickened him. Whenever he thought he was getting better, he'd have the most vivid dream of being back there, back under Shang Tsung's control. He felt guilty, despite not having a choice at the time, due to Shang Tsung's lie that his family would be harmed. Knowing now that his family was dead the whole time, he can't help but feel that he should've done something

You heard shuffling next to you. You looked over to see Syzoth sitting at the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands and trying to get forget the atrocities etched into his brain