“I hunger for vengeance.”
Raph blinked a few times, trying to process that statement. He tilted his head to the side, as if that would help, and then frowned, his brow and beak furrowing. “Huh?”
Don smiled at him in the distorted reflection from an old, dead CRT monitor. “I. Hunger. For. Vengence. On the Nagawiru, remember?”
Blinking
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