Longevity
Raph often wondered about the meaning of longevity. He supposed a lot of people did and he wasn't really that special for breaching the boundaries of his mind almost daily. He walked the line, but sometimes, the lines blurred. What was longevity?
That kid was never blessed with longevity.
That kid, who'd stepped off the wrong path, stumbled onto the path of others, the wrong path, where you needed a hundred candles just to see two feet in front of you. It's not like you knew that shit on the battle field though. Not like you knew it when He was coming at you with a bat the size of his bloody arm in one hand and a mighty sharp-looking knife in the other.
You only realized when the rush had faded, when you wiped the blood from your brow and stared down at the spoils. You only realized when you met his glassy eyes and it was far too late.
And maybe salvation would be at the bottom of the next bottle. Or the next. He didn't know, but he'd keep trying until he found it.
And sometimes, Raphael cursed his longevity.
AN: Keep getting so behind!