"I see," Rung closes the door and sighs. "He has a good heart, I hate seeing it ache and I know you must feel the same. Thus being here."
Rung makes his way to his couch and sits, there is... the set Rung wanted to build but with upsetting Donatello as he had... he didn't feel in the mood.
He refuses to sit down, he doesn't think he could, instead he sets to pacing. It always feels better when he's moving. Doing something.
Mikey was usually very chatty, not like Rung would really know that, they hadn't really met, even if they knew about each other through various means.
For now he was struggling to find the right words to say. He wanted to yell and ask Rung why and maybe there was a point, when he was younger, he would have.
For now he just sends Rung a glare and huffs out a breath.
"Donnie has a really big heart, even if he doesn't show it the way other people thinks he should." Even his brothers had been guilty of that one growing up. "But I don't get that if you hate seeing us hurt, why you had to go and make things worse."
It comes out snippy and sharp and he doesn't care, actually, he hopes it stings.
"While I could of reserved the harshness of my words, I will not lie to him about the dangers. Should I coddle him, tell him it all will work out in his favor in the end?" Rung looks down and his face and tone hold no judgement.
"What I would give to fix the world if I could, but that is simply unrealistic." Rung says. "For one person to be happy, the ideal would be everyone will be to. But some people bring suffering, to themselves to others. To fix that, the person first must want the help..."
"Yes!" Mikey says, a little too loudly, throwing his arms up. "I mean, you don't have to lie to him, but he's already been in a really bad spot. You could have given him something."
He paces around some more and his hands grab for his nunchucks just for something to fiddle with only to remember he purposefully left them behind.
"No one's asking you to fix the world, but you don't have to make it worse. Wasn't it as much of a lie to tell him that things are only going to get worse? You don't know that. You can't know that."
He warps his arms around himself, and focuses in on a corner of the room so he doesn't have to look at Rung.
"Donnie came to you for help and what he got was more panic and anxiety and fear and if I hadn't been there to help him come back down I--" He didn't think Donnie would do anything too... rash, but just the idea of him suffering through that alone is enough to have Mikey feeling sick.
His voice drops a little.
"How is that helping anybody? Real or true or whatever? Why not give a little bit of hope for once? Donnie does enough creating bad thoughts on his own."
"Because I don't want to hear that he died, if I ignore the problem it will get worse. That I do know." Rung states as he looks at Mikey.
"I could of held back, yes. Perhaps it would of been better if I had. But the splash damage is not just on Donatello. There are more people Anemone has hurt, there are consequences we all face."
"If I must be the bad guy in the situation I will take it, I will take fault for callus words. I'm old and worn, seeing these situation play out..." He then smiles.
Mikey is angry. Angrier than he had been in a long time. In a way, it feels good. It's better than the fear and anxiety he's been feeling for a while.
He wants to scream. Rung is apologizing, but not really, not in the way Mikey wants him to, not for the things Mikey wants him to apologize for.
"This isn't about Anemone!" he yells. "It is, but... I mean." He lets out a frustrated noise and paces some more.
Rung smiles and Mikey isn't usually the one to react violently but he really wants to punch Rung in the face. What is there to smile about?
"We're kids," he finally says. Funny how he likes to bring that out when it's to his advantage. "We don't live as long as you, and maybe we haven't fought some war for millions of years, but we've had our own battles. And we're still here and even if Raph is--"
He chokes up a little and furiously rubs at his eyes. "You act like you did Donnie a favor, but what did you really do? He's worse than before, Annie is still fighting us thinking she's keeping us safe, and we're still stuck here, without our brother, without our dad, without our sister and best friend. All we have is each other and if you think we wouldn't tear the universe apart to protect that, then you haven't met us yet."
"And if your universe ripping causes the children in this reality to suffer? You can talk yourself up like this, and its good that you are so protective." Rung looks at him, stares.
"If in the end, Anemone doesn't stop. If she hurts Donatello more then my words of warning do? Will you rip her world apart too?"
Rung looks out to his window. "Hurt people hurt people, is what they say. And I don't fault anyone for lashing out at who they think deserves their wrath or even if they do deserve it." Rung puts a hand on the glow of his chest.
"Unfortunately, this is why I am saying this now. Because you don't live long enough to regret on the level I do."
"And you don't want that. You don't want people's lives in your hand. It's not fair to you and that is why I am taking the blame."
Mikey really hates that Rung is three times his size and made of metal. He doesn't think punching the Cybertronian in the shin would have the same effect. And it would probably hurt Mikey more than it would Rung so what even was the point.
"If, if, if! What if things are good! What if she does stop! You keep talking about the big picture. And we've faced enough now to be aware of that sort of thing, but this isn't about that. This is about keeping my brother safe and sane."
Maybe, if Mikey was calmer, Rung's words would have hit differently, would have hurt. Mikey doesn't like the idea of his actions hurting people, but he's focused on a different topic at the moment.
"Sounds like maybe you're just pushing your regrets on us. You're not taking blame for shit. You're just pretending to apologize while saying you were right the whole time."
"Things will be good, but before they can reach that point they will be worse. They will hurt, and they will sting and be vile and damage." Rung sighs. "If she stops, I'm proven wrong and I'll gladly be wrong."
"I know that face, you to lash out and its frustrating because you can't. You want to make it better, you want that pain to go away, but your unsure how..."
"Being in your position, I would feel the same." He watches Mikey from the reflection of the window.
Don't play favorites...
"I don't know if I'm right.." He takes his glasses off.
Mikey didn't come here to be called out, but he can feel himself deflating slightly. He doesn't want to give him, he doesn't want Rung to win.
He pulls his arms up to himself, his fingers fiddling together.
He doesn't like that everything Run just said about him is the first thing Mikey's willing to admit he's been right about so far.
"We're not talking about me," he says sharply. "I'm not stupid. Neither are my brothers. We know things are still dangerous, that there are problems we have to work through and others have to work through but we're all scared and Donnie over thinks things and I don't want him so scared that it's his own fear that..." he cuts himself off, refusing to finish the sentence. He refused to think that far. He was still here. He would keep both his brothers safe, just as they did for him and each other.
"This isn't a matter then of who wins, I'm a therapist. What I do is try to mitigate the worst of what can come. You are family, you're in a special position, one that I am disadvantaged in." Rung says as he continues to gaze at the reflection.
Is he ashamed of himself... perhaps.
"I can't play favorites. I can't give as much careful care as needed or what I want to give. But you, you are his brother." He turns slowly.
"You know him so much better then I, you can be there for the nightmares. You can pick him up off his feet. Right now, I hurt him and I doubt he would want to see me."
"Even if at the time it felt the right thing to say... I still hurt him..." Its said quieter over time.
"You lean on eachother okay? Keep eachother afloat... he loves you so much."
Mikey is hanging onto that anger, grasping at it like an anchor. He's mad at Rung, mad at how he hurt his brother. Mad all all the things he said to him, all the things hes been saying to Mikey. But...
The young turtle can feel himself starting to drift. Something has shifted and that anger is waning. Rung doesn't sound like the air of age and authority, the gauzy layer of "this is for your own good" that he had put up on before. Now he just sounds... Tired.
When Mikey speaks again it's without the spikes, softer and with his own weariness.
"You don't have to have favorites to be kind, to give hope to someone who had almost given up and didn't know where to go."
He sniffles and rubs at his eyes.
"I asked him not to see you again." More like stated that he didn't want Donnie to see Rung again, but that was neither here nor there.
"I can take care of him. We've all been taking care of each other our whole lives. But I don't think you should interfere any more."
It set something right, a tiny, inconsequential piece inside Mikey to hear Rung finally say that he hert Donnie and actually feel like he meant it instead of following it with a "but..."
It was a small victory that made Mikey feel like it was worth coming.
Mikey doesnt usually care about crying in front of others but right now he kind of feels like he has to hold on a little to dignity.
He rubs at his eyes again, willing the tears not to fall and focuses in on the model ships. He thinks Donnie would like those.
"I'm fine," he answers, his voice a bit rough as he continues to try to keep himself from crying.
It's a lie and they both know it, and not just because he is currently trying to keep off the waterworks. But Mikey really doesn't want to talk about it with Rung any further than he already had.
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Rung makes his way to his couch and sits, there is... the set Rung wanted to build but with upsetting Donatello as he had... he didn't feel in the mood.
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He refuses to sit down, he doesn't think he could, instead he sets to pacing. It always feels better when he's moving. Doing something.
Mikey was usually very chatty, not like Rung would really know that, they hadn't really met, even if they knew about each other through various means.
For now he was struggling to find the right words to say. He wanted to yell and ask Rung why and maybe there was a point, when he was younger, he would have.
For now he just sends Rung a glare and huffs out a breath.
"Donnie has a really big heart, even if he doesn't show it the way other people thinks he should." Even his brothers had been guilty of that one growing up. "But I don't get that if you hate seeing us hurt, why you had to go and make things worse."
It comes out snippy and sharp and he doesn't care, actually, he hopes it stings.
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"What I would give to fix the world if I could, but that is simply unrealistic." Rung says. "For one person to be happy, the ideal would be everyone will be to. But some people bring suffering, to themselves to others. To fix that, the person first must want the help..."
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"Yes!" Mikey says, a little too loudly, throwing his arms up. "I mean, you don't have to lie to him, but he's already been in a really bad spot. You could have given him something."
He paces around some more and his hands grab for his nunchucks just for something to fiddle with only to remember he purposefully left them behind.
"No one's asking you to fix the world, but you don't have to make it worse. Wasn't it as much of a lie to tell him that things are only going to get worse? You don't know that. You can't know that."
He warps his arms around himself, and focuses in on a corner of the room so he doesn't have to look at Rung.
"Donnie came to you for help and what he got was more panic and anxiety and fear and if I hadn't been there to help him come back down I--" He didn't think Donnie would do anything too... rash, but just the idea of him suffering through that alone is enough to have Mikey feeling sick.
His voice drops a little.
"How is that helping anybody? Real or true or whatever? Why not give a little bit of hope for once? Donnie does enough creating bad thoughts on his own."
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"I could of held back, yes. Perhaps it would of been better if I had. But the splash damage is not just on Donatello. There are more people Anemone has hurt, there are consequences we all face."
"If I must be the bad guy in the situation I will take it, I will take fault for callus words. I'm old and worn, seeing these situation play out..." He then smiles.
"Hope would of been better, you are right..."
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Mikey is angry. Angrier than he had been in a long time. In a way, it feels good. It's better than the fear and anxiety he's been feeling for a while.
He wants to scream. Rung is apologizing, but not really, not in the way Mikey wants him to, not for the things Mikey wants him to apologize for.
"This isn't about Anemone!" he yells. "It is, but... I mean." He lets out a frustrated noise and paces some more.
Rung smiles and Mikey isn't usually the one to react violently but he really wants to punch Rung in the face. What is there to smile about?
"We're kids," he finally says. Funny how he likes to bring that out when it's to his advantage. "We don't live as long as you, and maybe we haven't fought some war for millions of years, but we've had our own battles. And we're still here and even if Raph is--"
He chokes up a little and furiously rubs at his eyes. "You act like you did Donnie a favor, but what did you really do? He's worse than before, Annie is still fighting us thinking she's keeping us safe, and we're still stuck here, without our brother, without our dad, without our sister and best friend. All we have is each other and if you think we wouldn't tear the universe apart to protect that, then you haven't met us yet."
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"If in the end, Anemone doesn't stop. If she hurts Donatello more then my words of warning do? Will you rip her world apart too?"
Rung looks out to his window. "Hurt people hurt people, is what they say. And I don't fault anyone for lashing out at who they think deserves their wrath or even if they do deserve it." Rung puts a hand on the glow of his chest.
"Unfortunately, this is why I am saying this now. Because you don't live long enough to regret on the level I do."
"And you don't want that. You don't want people's lives in your hand. It's not fair to you and that is why I am taking the blame."
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Mikey really hates that Rung is three times his size and made of metal. He doesn't think punching the Cybertronian in the shin would have the same effect. And it would probably hurt Mikey more than it would Rung so what even was the point.
"If, if, if! What if things are good! What if she does stop! You keep talking about the big picture. And we've faced enough now to be aware of that sort of thing, but this isn't about that. This is about keeping my brother safe and sane."
Maybe, if Mikey was calmer, Rung's words would have hit differently, would have hurt. Mikey doesn't like the idea of his actions hurting people, but he's focused on a different topic at the moment.
"Sounds like maybe you're just pushing your regrets on us. You're not taking blame for shit. You're just pretending to apologize while saying you were right the whole time."
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"I know that face, you to lash out and its frustrating because you can't. You want to make it better, you want that pain to go away, but your unsure how..."
"Being in your position, I would feel the same." He watches Mikey from the reflection of the window.
Don't play favorites...
"I don't know if I'm right.." He takes his glasses off.
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Mikey didn't come here to be called out, but he can feel himself deflating slightly. He doesn't want to give him, he doesn't want Rung to win.
He pulls his arms up to himself, his fingers fiddling together.
He doesn't like that everything Run just said about him is the first thing Mikey's willing to admit he's been right about so far.
"We're not talking about me," he says sharply. "I'm not stupid. Neither are my brothers. We know things are still dangerous, that there are problems we have to work through and others have to work through but we're all scared and Donnie over thinks things and I don't want him so scared that it's his own fear that..." he cuts himself off, refusing to finish the sentence. He refused to think that far. He was still here. He would keep both his brothers safe, just as they did for him and each other.
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Is he ashamed of himself... perhaps.
"I can't play favorites. I can't give as much careful care as needed or what I want to give. But you, you are his brother." He turns slowly.
"You know him so much better then I, you can be there for the nightmares. You can pick him up off his feet. Right now, I hurt him and I doubt he would want to see me."
"Even if at the time it felt the right thing to say... I still hurt him..." Its said quieter over time.
"You lean on eachother okay? Keep eachother afloat... he loves you so much."
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Mikey is hanging onto that anger, grasping at it like an anchor. He's mad at Rung, mad at how he hurt his brother. Mad all all the things he said to him, all the things hes been saying to Mikey. But...
The young turtle can feel himself starting to drift. Something has shifted and that anger is waning. Rung doesn't sound like the air of age and authority, the gauzy layer of "this is for your own good" that he had put up on before. Now he just sounds... Tired.
When Mikey speaks again it's without the spikes, softer and with his own weariness.
"You don't have to have favorites to be kind, to give hope to someone who had almost given up and didn't know where to go."
He sniffles and rubs at his eyes.
"I asked him not to see you again." More like stated that he didn't want Donnie to see Rung again, but that was neither here nor there.
"I can take care of him. We've all been taking care of each other our whole lives. But I don't think you should interfere any more."
It set something right, a tiny, inconsequential piece inside Mikey to hear Rung finally say that he hert Donnie and actually feel like he meant it instead of following it with a "but..."
It was a small victory that made Mikey feel like it was worth coming.
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"If he wishes to stay away, I will respect that and will simply wish the best for him." The lonely air cold.
There is nothing in the way he looks at his model ships. Like he's not really looking at anything at all. He smiles a second...
"You take care of yourself too."
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Mikey doesnt usually care about crying in front of others but right now he kind of feels like he has to hold on a little to dignity.
He rubs at his eyes again, willing the tears not to fall and focuses in on the model ships. He thinks Donnie would like those.
"I'm fine," he answers, his voice a bit rough as he continues to try to keep himself from crying.
It's a lie and they both know it, and not just because he is currently trying to keep off the waterworks. But Mikey really doesn't want to talk about it with Rung any further than he already had.
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Quieter, emptier then the room is. He places his glasses back on his face and simply nods to the child to asses the talk has reached a conclusion...
He hopes Ratchet returns soon... he could use his... perspective? Company?
Perhaps it is better Rung be forgotten. A missing moment...
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Mikey leaves without saying anything else and while he technically got what he wanted, in a way, he is left feeling odd.
He's not empty or numb or anywhere close to where Donnie has been. But there is a raw sad feeling there now.
Maybe he just needs to be alone for a bit.