Standing on the edge of the pit, his feet balanced on a gnarled support beam that twists at the end like it had been wrenched off, Leonardo stares down. The damage here isn't like it was in the Water Sector. The attacks filled their home with poison, but here it carved whole chasms, ripped buildings down as though they were built from hardened sand. He sees no bodies in the trench, but it's probably because they've already been removed by relief workers.

When the reconstruction starts, there will be many more bags lined up along the concrete.

Leo's fists clench.

Damn war. Damn every war there's ever been, for every body he'll never see.

Raph leaves, but Leonardo lingers a moment longer, bandana tails whipping across his shell. Then, silently, he turns and follows, letting his brother lead the way this time.