A/N: Well, I've been enjoying this experience writing this fic. Honestly, I just love writing about inner conflicts and character emotions. I have no idea as to why, but it's something that always appealed to me. Even though the nature of his fic is depressing, it's been a unique experience. Anyways, Raph's section will help tie in with Donnie's and Leo's.


Wrath, Anger, Anguish…all of it dissipated into thin air. His bright green eyes, wide with disbelief. No words to came to mind other than the repeating question: did that just happen?

It was all a blur, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quiet his heart. It pounded against his plastron, sending waves of heat through him.

Then little by little, the emotions slowly came crawling back.

He couldn't even look away from Leo's shell. Raph focused in on the patterns, and wondered what came next. Honestly, he didn't know. But then again, did he care to know?

All he knew at that moment, was that the planet was gone. Sucked into a massive black hole. With everyone he knew. The mutanimals–Slash…and then, Sensei. Their father.

Raph bit down into his lower lip as the images flooded back within his mind. Everything was absolute chaos, and yet, he had been useless. There wasn't a thing he could've done as he watched his older brother lift the body, then his youngest cling to it.

Even Donnie remained silent.

That's weird…

Usually, he'd be muttering off random numbers and calculations. Trying to explain random nonsense that didn't make any sense to Raph, all because it was his way to cope. However, not a single word passed Donnie's lips.

This time, there was nothing. Nothing Donnie–or any of them–could do. He realized this as he continued to listen to the silence. The tension was too thick to say anything; there would be no point in it…

And so, his eyes continued to trail the intricate patterns in Leo's carapace. He noticed the dings and scratches. Faded scars that never healed properly after his fight with the Shredder. They carved rigid paths through the swirls, disrupting the balance.

Shredder…

At the thought of their mortal enemy, Raph tightened his muscles. Every fiber within him had started to burn with a familiar itch. To wail on something. To scream at something. Anything to release the sensation that coursed through him.

But again, there was nothing.

Then, he heard metallic patters. Small little steps, heading in his direction. He snapped his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. The robot held a cup in his hand, similar to what Mikey held. Steam rose, dancing over it.

"Tch!"

Raph rolled his shoulders and looked away. The rage smouldered silently within him, but he couldn't bring himself to lash out. After all, it did save them…though as to why, he had no clue. It didn't seem to want to harm them–yet.

"May I offer–"

Cutting him off, Raph lifted a palm. He didn't even look directly at it, his brows knitting together. "No, whatever it is…just no."

"Are you–"

"Yes," he bit out.

A moment passed, and it the steps resumed, heading in the opposite direction. Though, it didn't carry away any of the emotions with it. They remained with Raph, only to fester within. His veins began to pop, contrasting against his muscles. And then his biceps spasmed, as if the rage was fighting to take control.

He drew in a breath, trying to wash away the anger. But it remained, worsening by the second. His eyes locked back onto the shell again, only they tuned in towards the scars once more. This further fueled the fire, and he was slowly becoming a ticking time-bomb.

Then a sudden gasp caught his attention. Raph snapped out of his stewing anger, and really looked at Leo for the first time. Right before his eyes, his brother was struggling to keep himself together. His shoulders were slumped downwards, and his entire body started to quake–quake with grief.

Never had he seen Leo struggle with such a thing. His older brother always remained strong, confident, fearless even. And right in front of him, he was starting to crumble down, just like Mikey almost had.

Without a moment's hesitation, Raph lunged forward and gripped onto him, aiding him. He could feel the intensity of his brother's emotions as he wrapped his arms around him tighter. So rigid and guarded, yet more vulnerable than Raph had ever seen from Leo.

And so his own anger, wrath, even fury, dissipated. The only thing left was to be there for his brother–to support him.

"Let it out, Leo…"