[Casey shivers, also subconsciously hugging his knees more tightly. It's been what, a month now? Maybe a little more? But it still feels so fresh. It feels like he could turn around and find Michelangelo there, old and wise and always smiling. And he wasn't old, not really. Wasn't even middle aged. But he'd been fading as long as Casey can remember.]
...Yeah. He and sensei died to save me. I'm only alive because of them.
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...Yeah. He and sensei died to save me. I'm only alive because of them.