[He surprises himself when he echoes the Professor's words. Becoming friends with a human... would that even be possible? Leo has never been sure what to feel about humans, other than what he's gleaned from Splinter's stories - inherently good people who all to often fell prey to the evil in their hearts. His head is still spinning from meeting one for the first time. The Professor is nothing like Leo ever imagined - there were no knives, no ugly, fleshy faces twisted into horror and disgust, no cages or trucks. Only a dark-skinned human and his warm smile, generosity, and kindness.]
[Leo doesn't know what to think. With his brother drawn close for comfort, he pulls him closer in turn, receiving just as much as he gives. Humans were always scary before he met the Professor, but now he's scared of something else entirely, and he can't even figure out what it is.]
Uh-huh. I'll remember. [He doesn't know why he's promising something he'll never be able to act on, but it feels important. He feels like he should.]
[He looks back to the manhole, still uncovered, water pooling at the edges and slowly trickling down into the mouth of the sewers. He can't believe it, but he almost doesn't want to go.]
[But he has to. So he turns to the large, strange human one last time, and, unable to bow through the thick folds of the coat, gives him a somber nod.] I'll remember. Thank you again, Professor. We won't forget this.
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[He surprises himself when he echoes the Professor's words. Becoming friends with a human... would that even be possible? Leo has never been sure what to feel about humans, other than what he's gleaned from Splinter's stories - inherently good people who all to often fell prey to the evil in their hearts. His head is still spinning from meeting one for the first time. The Professor is nothing like Leo ever imagined - there were no knives, no ugly, fleshy faces twisted into horror and disgust, no cages or trucks. Only a dark-skinned human and his warm smile, generosity, and kindness.]
[Leo doesn't know what to think. With his brother drawn close for comfort, he pulls him closer in turn, receiving just as much as he gives. Humans were always scary before he met the Professor, but now he's scared of something else entirely, and he can't even figure out what it is.]
Uh-huh. I'll remember. [He doesn't know why he's promising something he'll never be able to act on, but it feels important. He feels like he should.]
[He looks back to the manhole, still uncovered, water pooling at the edges and slowly trickling down into the mouth of the sewers. He can't believe it, but he almost doesn't want to go.]
[But he has to. So he turns to the large, strange human one last time, and, unable to bow through the thick folds of the coat, gives him a somber nod.] I'll remember. Thank you again, Professor. We won't forget this.