[Then Raph tries to walk away again, leaving his journal behind. He heads for the porch, planning to collapse there, sulk, and stare off into nothing for the rest of the day.
Useless. Helpless. Still angry. All these things play through his mind. Fester, as Splinter has accused. And maybe he is. Maybe he's rotting from the inside-out. Don may have changed, but he's never felt so numb.]
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Useless. Helpless. Still angry. All these things play through his mind. Fester, as Splinter has accused. And maybe he is. Maybe he's rotting from the inside-out. Don may have changed, but he's never felt so numb.]