Raph's face falls at the words 'when I'm from.' It's something he's easily pushed out of his mind since the first time they discussed it all those weeks ago. In fact, he hasn't let himself think about it much at all. The idea is too unsettling.

He folds his arms over his chest in the classic emotional shut-down response Don will so well recognize.

"Forget the weapons."

He promptly leans his staff against a tree and keeps his attention trained to the task far longer than what's normal.

"We'll do hand-to-hand."