Twenty-second Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

((Forward-dated to tomorrow morning. Or whenever the draftees get sent back from the battle. Follows from this.))

[Donatello opens his eyes, and there's color. He's in his apartment again.

Raph is beside him, still in the deathlike sleep of torpor. The bandages on his wing are a little reddened with blood.

And Don feels cold. He no longer has a button for requesting medical supplies; he hasn't yet learned to use healing magic.

But he knows someone who can use it, and while his shell-cells may not have followed him back from the battlefield, his journal is lying within reach.

He can't be bothered to filter.]

Isamu... I need your help.

Comments

[Voice]

[wise_maiden]

Just make sure you don't wear yourself out completely, looking after your brother this week. Even though you weren't directly involved in the fighting, it can't have been easy in your area.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Don't worry about me, Miss Sage. I'm used to this kind of thing.

[Voice]

[wise_maiden]

I don't doubt it. But it doesn't mean you have to be, when there are those around you willing to help.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

I know. It's a concept I'm still getting used to.

[Voice]

[wise_maiden]

It can be a very difficult concept to accept.