Mike and Leo's scuffle lasts less than a minute, hardly enough time to register through the red haze clouding Raph's mind. The hit lands, right where it was meant for, crushing Leo's face with a massive amount of force.
It feels good.
Raph knows without a shadow of a doubt that he's nothing like them. Nothing like the Shredder or Karai. The accusation isn't what's got his vision going black around the edges. It's knowing that, no matter how hard he tries, Leo will keep on making those mistakes over and over. That his opinion doesn't matter. That Leo will never value anything he says about this. That he knows he's right.
He always was before, and now they have to go through this again. He can't do it this time. He just can't.
Much as he wants to pound Leo into a pulp, it's useless. He just stands there, fist raised for another strike that doesn't come, panting heavily as the fog clears out of his mind. Desperation prickles in his chest, replacing anger with a sick frustration that just makes him want to scream until it's gone.
He never takes his eyes off of Leo, narrowed into a glare that burns like hot coals.
"You...," he rumbles. "You never listen to me! Even when you know I'm right!"
Then he straightens, gesturing at Leo aggressively while he raves.
"I'm done, Leo! You don't care what I gotta say, fine! Then I don't need to be here!"
He storms his way to the door, but stops just short, something darkening visibly inside him. "Just don't expect me to be there the next time you get stabbed," he hisses. "Maybe next time they won't miss."
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It feels good.
Raph knows without a shadow of a doubt that he's nothing like them. Nothing like the Shredder or Karai. The accusation isn't what's got his vision going black around the edges. It's knowing that, no matter how hard he tries, Leo will keep on making those mistakes over and over. That his opinion doesn't matter. That Leo will never value anything he says about this. That he knows he's right.
He always was before, and now they have to go through this again. He can't do it this time. He just can't.
Much as he wants to pound Leo into a pulp, it's useless. He just stands there, fist raised for another strike that doesn't come, panting heavily as the fog clears out of his mind. Desperation prickles in his chest, replacing anger with a sick frustration that just makes him want to scream until it's gone.
He never takes his eyes off of Leo, narrowed into a glare that burns like hot coals.
"You...," he rumbles. "You never listen to me! Even when you know I'm right!"
Then he straightens, gesturing at Leo aggressively while he raves.
"I'm done, Leo! You don't care what I gotta say, fine! Then I don't need to be here!"
He storms his way to the door, but stops just short, something darkening visibly inside him. "Just don't expect me to be there the next time you get stabbed," he hisses. "Maybe next time they won't miss."