Leo opens his mouth to fire back, but he doesn't have time to get anything out. Raph grabs his left shoulder and digs with a meaty thumb, and then anything else Leo might have had to say dies in his throat as white stars cloud his vision, electricity skittering up and down his arm in fire-hot bolts, like someone opened up his shoulder socket and jammed a live wire inside.

"Nngh -"

One of his knees buckles and he grabs onto Raph's arms without thinking, pitching forward and gasping into his chest. And just like that, it all returns to him in a rush of clarity. Oh hell. Raph's lost it. He can't believe this feeling of his arm being severed from its joint is because of his own brother.

"Damn it, Raph!" he snarls, clenching his brother's arms with numb fingers.

Damn it. It hurts just how he remembers it.