[Almost by reflex, Leo slips a thumb under Raph's head scarf and pulls it off, resting his palm on the top of his brother's head. It's for his own comfort as much as it is his brother's.]
[The smarter part of him knows that Splinter really doesn't hate them - he's really angry and disappointed, and he has every right to be, but it's only 'cause he cares. But Leo let him down, and the part of him that's still nine years old and desperate to please can't help thinking that Splinter might hate him.]
I'm sorry. [He sniffles a little, and it's not because he's crying. He turns his head away a little so Raph doesn't have to smell his disgusting breath.] It's all my fault.
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[The smarter part of him knows that Splinter really doesn't hate them - he's really angry and disappointed, and he has every right to be, but it's only 'cause he cares. But Leo let him down, and the part of him that's still nine years old and desperate to please can't help thinking that Splinter might hate him.]
I'm sorry. [He sniffles a little, and it's not because he's crying. He turns his head away a little so Raph doesn't have to smell his disgusting breath.] It's all my fault.