[Somehow they make it down the ladder without dropping the food into the flowing water underfoot. Leo is the first to wriggle out of the coat, and he gives one last look to the circle of light overhead, watching it slowly crescent, then choke away completely as the manhole cover is pulled back over the opening.]
[Until next time, he repeats in his head. He tells himself he doesn't believe it.]
[The long folds of the coat are dragging in the muck, and it'll only slow them down more and more as they go on. So he pulls it all the way off and folds it up as best as he's able, slinging it around his shell like a kind of scarf. Oof, it's heavier than it felt a little while ago. But they could really use something like this back home, so there's no way he's leaving it to rot away in the sewers.]
[He looks at Raph again, and then down both ends of the tunnel. Crud... he hopes he can remember how to get home.]
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[Until next time, he repeats in his head. He tells himself he doesn't believe it.]
[The long folds of the coat are dragging in the muck, and it'll only slow them down more and more as they go on. So he pulls it all the way off and folds it up as best as he's able, slinging it around his shell like a kind of scarf. Oof, it's heavier than it felt a little while ago. But they could really use something like this back home, so there's no way he's leaving it to rot away in the sewers.]
[He looks at Raph again, and then down both ends of the tunnel. Crud... he hopes he can remember how to get home.]
Come on. This way.