You never think
Donatello's POV:
I watched in disbelief as Raphael deliberately threw himself into the midst of danger, his actions fueled by a selfless determination to protect us. The chaotic battle unfolded before my eyes, and while Raph's intentions were noble, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration welling up within me.
"Raph, what are you doing?!" I shouted, my voice filled with a mix of concern and exasperation. "You're putting yourself at unnecessary risk!"
But Raph seemed oblivious to my words, his focus solely on shielding us from harm. He dodged incoming attacks with remarkable agility, his moves calculated and precise. As much as I admired his bravery, I couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't considered the consequences of his actions.
My mind raced, trying to formulate a plan to aid Raph without compromising our own safety. I fought alongside Leo and Mikey, using my bo staff to deflect enemy strikes while keeping a vigilant eye on Raph's well-being.
We fought tooth and nail, our coordinated efforts gradually turning the tide in our favor. But despite our triumph, my frustration continued to grow. Raph's actions were reckless, and his disregard for our collective strategy left a bitter taste in my mouth.
As the dust settled and our adversaries lay defeated, we regrouped and made our way back to the base. I However, the atmosphere was heavy with tension.
Walking through the quiet lair, I felt a mixture of anger and concern bubbling within me. When we finally reconvened, I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer.
"You never think, Raph!" I lashed out, unable to contain my exasperation any longer. "Your reckless behavior puts all of us at risk. It's like you don't even care!"
Raph's eyes narrowed, a fire burning within them. I could see the anger welling up inside him, but to my surprise, he made a conscious effort to rein it in. His clenched fists trembled with the effort of containing the rage that threatened to explode.
"Don't you dare insult me, Donnie!" he shot back, his voice laced with a mix of hurt and fury. "I put myself on the line to protect you guys. It's called sacrifice!"
I knew he was right, that his actions were driven by a deep desire to shield us from harm. But my own anger clouded my judgment, preventing me from fully appreciating his perspective in that moment.
Unable to find the words to respond, Raph turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me standing there, consumed by regret. The door slammed shut, isolating him in his self-imposed confinement.
Guilt gnawed at me, realizing the impact my words had on Raph. I never intended to drive a wedge between us, and now the silence that echoed through the lair served as a painful reminder of the rift between us.
As I paced back and forth, my mind replayed the argument, weighing the consequences of my harsh words. I knew I had hurt Raph deeply, and I couldn't bear the thought of him carrying that burden alone. Swallowing my pride, I made my way toward his room, determined to make amends.
But as I reached his door, I found it locked. The weight of my own actions crashed down upon me. Raph had chosen isolation, shutting himself away from the world that seemed to misunderstand him. The realization stung, a painful reminder of the bond we had fractured in that heated exchange.
AN: Actually I have to admit, it is wrote by me giving orders to ChatGPT. I still spend much time comparing different orders and putting them together and I'm going to upload more in a short time promise.
