[Yes, Isamu, he does need you to hold something. He stretches out Raph's wing as carefully as possible, pinching the upper edge lightly between his fingers.] Isamu, hold this. Just like this. Naoki, hold the pan underneath.
[As they move into position, Don reaches to plunge his instruments into the steaming water. The dagger he leaves there, to heat. The scalpel he withdraws after a moment, and poises it above the last shreds of tissue connecting Raph's wing to his body. A bone saw, it turns out, would have been superfluous.]
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[As they move into position, Don reaches to plunge his instruments into the steaming water. The dagger he leaves there, to heat. The scalpel he withdraws after a moment, and poises it above the last shreds of tissue connecting Raph's wing to his body. A bone saw, it turns out, would have been superfluous.]
[Deep breath.]
[And cut.]