[Meanwhile Casey doesn't have nearly the amount of baggage involved in this exchange. The enemies-to-friends pipeline is practically the lifeblood of his whole family. His mom was Foot Clan. Half the rebellion's leading forces were once turtle nemeses. Someone you hate becoming someone you love is the Hamato bread and butter. A human trying to win over somebody who hates humans? Just another day in the life of.

Satisfied that he's at least temporarily gotten Hunter to believe his word, Casey settles back a bit, his expression relaxing. The threat barely registers, nor will he comment on the crying. Not like he can point fingers, there.]

I'm not worried. [Because it's not going to happen.] I'd offer one of my secrets in return, but I don't really have any... oh, how about if I promise to answer one question about me, no matter what it is? You can cash it in whenever you want. Maybe I'll end up with secrets later.