A million possibilities ran through Raphael's mind. Time travel... Did Renet have a hand in this? He swore he'd kill her if she did. Or maybe some Utrom hit the wrong button on his transmat again. But that didn't feel likely. Then what the shell were those wooden ninjas about? Did they really have something to do with it, or did all of this happen just out of the blue? It was starting to feel like someone found it funny to roll together every crazy experience of the last three years of his life and throw it in his face; make him deal with it alone.
That was the worst part. He was starting to entertain the idea that these bozos actually knew what they were talking about. Sure, they seemed to know a lot about the place, but that didn't mean he was gonna take their word on this. It wasn't just some friendly advice they were handing out, here. His brothers' lives were on the line. If they were here and he gave up on them now, who knew what could happen? They could still be off getting tortured somewhere, getting their skulls cracked open like this ZEX guy did, and here he was standing here being all philosophical and crud.
The idea made his chest ache even more than it already was. Every second he sat around talking with these morons was a second off the ticking clock. If things really were going screwy around here like ZEX and S.T. said, this could be their only chance for escape. If they don't find each other and find a way out before everything got fixed, they were probably screwed.
These guys were just trying to help, yeah, but that wasn't good enough. He had to see for himself. "You gotta understand I can't just take your word for this, all right? Maybe you're right. Maybe they ain't here. But I can't--" The words died in his throat. This was getting too close, too personal. He hoped the others could understand he wasn't mad at them. Just life in general, just the kind of crud he always landed in, just the fact that he was doubting himself. He tried to keep the frustration out of his voice, the sinking dread that so easily turned to anger, but it was impossible. Growling, he turned back toward the door they came from. "I ain't givin' up, got it? So you guys can find your own way out. I'm done talkin'."
No more wasting time. Raph slipped back into the hallway and vanished without a trace.
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That was the worst part. He was starting to entertain the idea that these bozos actually knew what they were talking about. Sure, they seemed to know a lot about the place, but that didn't mean he was gonna take their word on this. It wasn't just some friendly advice they were handing out, here. His brothers' lives were on the line. If they were here and he gave up on them now, who knew what could happen? They could still be off getting tortured somewhere, getting their skulls cracked open like this ZEX guy did, and here he was standing here being all philosophical and crud.
The idea made his chest ache even more than it already was. Every second he sat around talking with these morons was a second off the ticking clock. If things really were going screwy around here like ZEX and S.T. said, this could be their only chance for escape. If they don't find each other and find a way out before everything got fixed, they were probably screwed.
These guys were just trying to help, yeah, but that wasn't good enough. He had to see for himself. "You gotta understand I can't just take your word for this, all right? Maybe you're right. Maybe they ain't here. But I can't--" The words died in his throat. This was getting too close, too personal. He hoped the others could understand he wasn't mad at them. Just life in general, just the kind of crud he always landed in, just the fact that he was doubting himself. He tried to keep the frustration out of his voice, the sinking dread that so easily turned to anger, but it was impossible. Growling, he turned back toward the door they came from. "I ain't givin' up, got it? So you guys can find your own way out. I'm done talkin'."
No more wasting time. Raph slipped back into the hallway and vanished without a trace.
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