Michelangelo’s eyes burst open… the memory of his father flashing over his mind as he stumbled back, tears forming in his eyes as he gripped his head.
"No… no… he couldn’t have. Leatherhead… he doesn’t matter to Shredder! and he would have kicked butt anyway, so I don’t buy it! It’s nothing but a stupid lie!"
Tears slowly began to stream down the turtle’s face, and he quickly wiped them away as he tried to force himself to calm down
"…. it’s got to be"