Michelangelo's POV
What can I do? Every time I try to brighten our situation Raph swats away my joyous comments, or Donnie speaks of Leo's condition. I do not understand. I have always been able to help my brothers find happiness even when they're afraid. But something about this fear was different. I could see it, but they could not. And after Leo's coma, I can understand, but I don't want to. I miss how close and strong out team was not even a week ago. A week ago, we were sitting in the lair, Donnie tinkering in his lab, Raph beating the heavy bag hung in the corner, Leo meditating, and me reading as many comics as I possibly could. Now, here we are. Leo stuck using a crutch to help him walk. Donnie crushed after April took a liking to Casey. Raph stuck, actually growing up. Then there's me. The light that is slowly being diminished. What to do when your world is destroyed. My brothers afraid, my father missing, and my city crawling with the Kraang army.
I just wish there was something I could do. Something I could say. But there is nothing, nothing but words to dull pain temporarily. We have all learned that. We have learned that the evil in the world will overcome the goodness we try to bring. But I will not give up. I will not give in. The world may be dark and tragic, but I will never stop trying to bring justice and light back. Not until the day I die.