[Robert doesn't protest it right now - he wants to see anyway.
... It's disgusting. As much as Raph normally frightens him, it is disgusting and terrifying to see him like this - bruised and battered, thin from starvation in a way that makes his shell connect all awkwardly, with sickly discoloured patches providing a macabre pattern; eyes still somewhat swollen (though probably not as bad as yesterday).
But those parts are just details. The really fundamentally atrocious part is the bandage over his plastron. It's clear, and does absolutely nothing to hide the hideous remnants of the abominable practise that was done to Raphael - ridiculously precise score lines of a chunk of his plastron.
It is not difficult to guess what happened from that, and even the thought of it makes Robert want to vomit. He recoils in abject horror.] Oh dear gods...
... I-Is he infected...? [With an open wound on the scale Raph must have had, an infection could be potentially life-threatening. As if the Malnosso hadn't already done enough.]
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... It's disgusting. As much as Raph normally frightens him, it is disgusting and terrifying to see him like this - bruised and battered, thin from starvation in a way that makes his shell connect all awkwardly, with sickly discoloured patches providing a macabre pattern; eyes still somewhat swollen (though probably not as bad as yesterday).
But those parts are just details. The really fundamentally atrocious part is the bandage over his plastron. It's clear, and does absolutely nothing to hide the hideous remnants of the abominable practise that was done to Raphael - ridiculously precise score lines of a chunk of his plastron.
It is not difficult to guess what happened from that, and even the thought of it makes Robert want to vomit. He recoils in abject horror.] Oh dear gods...
... I-Is he infected...? [With an open wound on the scale Raph must have had, an infection could be potentially life-threatening. As if the Malnosso hadn't already done enough.]