He chased the rabbit. He needed to see where it went, needed to know why he felt this way.
He knelt in front of his father - who was human, like he was - in a strange dojo that looked...almost like it was underground. His brothers all knelt next to him in a line.
"Anger is self-destructive," his father said sternly.
"I always thought it was others-destructive," Raphael said, somewhat sassily.
The image changed and he was moping as he sat at a kitchen table, watching his pet turtle chew on a leaf in front of him.
"You understand me, don't you, Spike? Chew on your leaf if you understand me," Raph said. The turtle chewed on its leaf. "Yeah, I thought so."
His father suddenly appeared behind him and said, "I understand you, too."
"Seriously, you gotta knock or something!"
But he did understand. He'd understood so much more than Raph had understood that he'd understood, and now he was gone, now thanks to the Shredder, he'd never be able to see him again, never be able to thank him for trying so hard, for caring so much -
Shredder. It was the Shredder's fault that Splinter was gone.
Hatred sparked to life and brought back so much more of Raph's memory. He was standing at a sewer grate with two of his brothers and his friend April, watching, helpless, as the man in metal armor beyond it killed his father, screaming as he was thrown down a sewer drain.
He shoved April out of the way and grabbed onto the bars.
"YOU! Yooou monster!"
Then he started screaming and pounding his fists against the bars, absolutely hysterical, pain and rage taking over.
This wasn't right. He'd never told her about this, it wasn't in his profile. His father had abandoned the family after his mother died, not died like this. And why was he wearing weapons?
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He knelt in front of his father - who was human, like he was - in a strange dojo that looked...almost like it was underground. His brothers all knelt next to him in a line.
"Anger is self-destructive," his father said sternly.
"I always thought it was others-destructive," Raphael said, somewhat sassily.
The image changed and he was moping as he sat at a kitchen table, watching his pet turtle chew on a leaf in front of him.
"You understand me, don't you, Spike? Chew on your leaf if you understand me," Raph said. The turtle chewed on its leaf. "Yeah, I thought so."
His father suddenly appeared behind him and said, "I understand you, too."
"Seriously, you gotta knock or something!"
But he did understand. He'd understood so much more than Raph had understood that he'd understood, and now he was gone, now thanks to the Shredder, he'd never be able to see him again, never be able to thank him for trying so hard, for caring so much -
Shredder. It was the Shredder's fault that Splinter was gone.
Hatred sparked to life and brought back so much more of Raph's memory. He was standing at a sewer grate with two of his brothers and his friend April, watching, helpless, as the man in metal armor beyond it killed his father, screaming as he was thrown down a sewer drain.
He shoved April out of the way and grabbed onto the bars.
"YOU! Yooou monster!"
Then he started screaming and pounding his fists against the bars, absolutely hysterical, pain and rage taking over.
This wasn't right. He'd never told her about this, it wasn't in his profile. His father had abandoned the family after his mother died, not died like this. And why was he wearing weapons?