I know you wish it wasn't me that rescued you tonight. Don, Mike, even Master Splinter. Anyone but me. Because I symbolise something to you . . . I'm not always sure what. You make jokes about me being perfect and fearless, but if you really thought I was, you wouldn't kick up such a fuss every time I gave you an order.
I'm not going to apologise for saving your life. There were too many of them and you wouldn't back off. I wasn't about to watch a gang of teenagers beat you to death, okay?
You know, it's a lot easier to talk to you when you're asleep.
I think I understand you, now. Enough to know what you want to say, but can't, because there's a part of you that just won't let the words through.
It's so quiet right now I can almost hear you say them . . .
I agree; sometimes you're an idiot.
I guess we're both sorry. You wish you didn't do stupid things; I wish I could stop you doing stupid things. Wish I knew a way that didn't involve fighting with you.
Don't worry. You won't get us hurt. I know you think about that a lot – much more than you worry about getting hurt yourself. You're a good person, Raphael. I know you don't always believe that.
And yeah, I love you too.