No, no - [- it's hard to tell whether Don's repetition is him trying to brush aside Roderic's concern, or simply some memory coming back to choke him, but he mumbles the word a few more times even as Roderic reaches out to him, and there's a presence behind it, comforting in the yawning abyss of Don's own existential horror.
He can't help his choked-out sentence, even as the world Roderic's mind created blurs at its edges, replaced in parts with something altogether more normal, more comforting:]
Who did this to you? Who did this?!
[There's a surprising rage in the gentle Turtle's voice, and his fingers curl against Roderic's shoulders, vague impressions in the dreamscape following his motions. It's Raph's fury that Don draws from now to support himself, and something of the red-masked Turtle is echoed in his softer brother now.]
YEAH this is kind of awful. But also beautiful. Beauwful?
He can't help his choked-out sentence, even as the world Roderic's mind created blurs at its edges, replaced in parts with something altogether more normal, more comforting:]
Who did this to you? Who did this?!
[There's a surprising rage in the gentle Turtle's voice, and his fingers curl against Roderic's shoulders, vague impressions in the dreamscape following his motions. It's Raph's fury that Don draws from now to support himself, and something of the red-masked Turtle is echoed in his softer brother now.]