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Jul. 15th, 2004 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*Raph lays in bed above the still bustling Milliways, casually tossing throwing knives at the back of his door. *
Let's take some inventory here buddyboy.
Everyone here is hiding from something, so don't even kid yourself that you're not one of them.
You sat and listened to Pete talk about how awful it was to be a murderer, but you didn't tell him how high your own body count was.
Or that you liked it. Liked the fighting. Liked seeing them fall in your wake.
You enjoyed it.
That's what makes you different than your brothers.
That's what's been keeping you up since the death of Shredder.
Sure, you talk a good game, but really when the day is over, you're nothing but a thug.
A weapon.
Concentrated rage that people can easily manipulate.
Rile up Raph and toss him at the bad guy. He don't care.
But they don't know. Don't know that they've been visiting at night when the lights go out
Don't know that the guilt has been building.
Sure, you try and talk all sweet to the lady. Try and pretend to be the valliant warrior.
But you're not Leo. You have no code of honor when it doesn't suit you.
You're worthless. You're not Don. You couldn't plan your way out of a wet paper bag. Don't fool yourself.
Heartwarming? Not remotely. Try to be endearing, go ahead. You're not Mike. People will find out what you are, and they will be disgusted.
Better still, they'll be scared, because you're a monster.
They will turn on you for the freak that you are.
Think you can poke fun at Death? Smile and pretend that it won't all catch up with you in the end.
Good luck Buddy Boy.
Oh by the way, speaking of Mike...how is he?
How do you think he's feeling, frozen in time, lying on the ground, bleeding.
What about Leo? Think he's come to yet?
Don always was so soft hearted. He didn't even try to stop you. He went to help Mike.
But when you threw Splinter across the room. That's when the red haze began to fall.
Do you even remember what set you off?
I bet you don't. I bet it's all just some mystery that you can't seem to piece together.
That's what happens when you're nothing but an animal.
Go play human. Drink your drinks. Laugh at the jokes.
There's no redemption for what you've become.
Let's take some inventory here buddyboy.
Everyone here is hiding from something, so don't even kid yourself that you're not one of them.
You sat and listened to Pete talk about how awful it was to be a murderer, but you didn't tell him how high your own body count was.
Or that you liked it. Liked the fighting. Liked seeing them fall in your wake.
You enjoyed it.
That's what makes you different than your brothers.
That's what's been keeping you up since the death of Shredder.
Sure, you talk a good game, but really when the day is over, you're nothing but a thug.
A weapon.
Concentrated rage that people can easily manipulate.
Rile up Raph and toss him at the bad guy. He don't care.
But they don't know. Don't know that they've been visiting at night when the lights go out
Don't know that the guilt has been building.
Sure, you try and talk all sweet to the lady. Try and pretend to be the valliant warrior.
But you're not Leo. You have no code of honor when it doesn't suit you.
You're worthless. You're not Don. You couldn't plan your way out of a wet paper bag. Don't fool yourself.
Heartwarming? Not remotely. Try to be endearing, go ahead. You're not Mike. People will find out what you are, and they will be disgusted.
Better still, they'll be scared, because you're a monster.
They will turn on you for the freak that you are.
Think you can poke fun at Death? Smile and pretend that it won't all catch up with you in the end.
Good luck Buddy Boy.
Oh by the way, speaking of Mike...how is he?
How do you think he's feeling, frozen in time, lying on the ground, bleeding.
What about Leo? Think he's come to yet?
Don always was so soft hearted. He didn't even try to stop you. He went to help Mike.
But when you threw Splinter across the room. That's when the red haze began to fall.
Do you even remember what set you off?
I bet you don't. I bet it's all just some mystery that you can't seem to piece together.
That's what happens when you're nothing but an animal.
Go play human. Drink your drinks. Laugh at the jokes.
There's no redemption for what you've become.
