[Voice]

[thesevencodes]

[There's an abrupt voice, dull and with a rasp that hints at strain.]

Michelangelo's gone.

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[god_is_a_dude]

[... ... ... Oh come on.]

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[god_is_a_dude]

[But then he notices the journal recorded his sounds of incredulity (which was probably mostly a snort honestly) so he decides to finish lamely with-] Right.

[meanandgreen]

[There's nothing he can do but tell himself his brother's in a better place. But that would be a fucking lie.

As soon as it happened, it was like someone ripped a hole in him, and all he could think of was the feel of snapping those Malnosso's necks.

He needed to hurt, fight, kill, make something bleed.

He'd gone through the apartment like a hurricane - upturning tables, punching holes in walls, and shattering anything breakable within arm's reach.

He only stopped when he saw the blood on his hands, then tore up to the roof for some air, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

In the end, he's powerless. The only thing left to fight is himself.]

[Voice, locked to the turtles]

[derek_bliss]

...I am sorry to hear that, guys.

[i_speak_softly]

[Just in case he hadn't been able to imagine it adequately before, Don now knows how his brothers felt before he arrived.

He wants to believe that Mike has gone home, that he's safe, but in the empty bedroom there's no evidence of anything, and Don never believes without evidence.

All he knows is that Mike is gone, and that somehow they need to get by in this place without him.]

[Voice, Filtered 95%]

[cowledcrusader]

I'm sorry, Leonardo. But... for what little it may soothe the pain, Michelangelo's safely back in your home dimension.

...We'll all get back. One way or another.

[Same Filter]

[thesevencodes]

[Can they guarantee that? It would be nice to think that way, but there's always a lingering doubt. Still, words of encouragement from someone like Batman are words that Leonardo doesn't take lightly. If anything, it is an honor.]

Thank you.