"You're not crazy, Raph." You're not useless; you're not a hopeless cause; you're not ALONE. "I do know how it feels. To have so much in your head, that you can't function anymore. But it never helps, to keep it all bottled inside. It has to go somewhere. And if you can't let it out through action... at least let someone listen to how you're feeling. Let them help you sort through it."

He hasn't broken Raph's gaze the whole time he was talking. He's afraid to look away, to lose this last tenuous connection.

"It's eating you up, Raph. It's going to destroy you, if you don't start fighting back. And I... I can't lose another brother..."