[Raph just frowns petulantly. He's starting to feel like a healing magic pinata at this rate. His kind of wounds are the kind that have to get worse before they get better - that raw, visceral soreness of internal damage he's never felt before thanks to the shell.
He wants to tell everybody to just leave him alone, but he doubts he has much say in the matter. All he can do is sigh.]
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He wants to tell everybody to just leave him alone, but he doubts he has much say in the matter. All he can do is sigh.]