It had blurred. That meant - it meant it had gone on. There was time that had to be skipped in this horrible vision.

After Nico's spell - her curse - Raph only cast one fleeting glance back at the screaming old woman and far from looking disgusted, the look her shot her way was one of vindictive satisfaction. Raph was not really one for mercy and in his eyes, the fact she was still breathing enough to scream was mercy enough. It was more mercy than he'd have shown.

Heck, this was a situation where even someone like Splinter or Leo might've decided someone needed to be taken out of the world. Especially if they'd thought good and hard about all the blood and torture tools in this room.

Without any further hesitation, he ran out the door after Nico, chasing after her, tugging at her elbow to slow her down so he could face her. He wanted to grab her up in a hug but after seeing all that, seeing her so shackled down and helpless and raw, he wasn't sure she'd be up for him really touching her.

"Nico, stop! Stop! We gotta get you out of this!"

Before this horrible memory could drag her into even more old hurt.