"Am I the only one who sees how messed up this is!?" He yells, his arms flinging out to his sides, gesturing to everything. All of it. "Those posers ain't my family. They ain't us! So 'scuse the hell outta me if I don't welcome them with open arms."

Their family, what they have is sacred. Sure there were times in his life he'd wished there were more mutant turtles in the world. But after spending a lifetime learning that they'll always be alone and die alone, that loneliness, that special bond he has between his brothers... that's all he has. It's his identity. And this place has violated all of that.

None of it is his anymore, and he hates it. He hates what they are, how they look, how they talk. He hates that little wide-eyed kid with the chip in his shell is so much like him and everything he's not all at once. He hates feeling robbed, replicated, invaded. He hates how they remind him of brothers he hasn't seen in months, but they're just not his.

"It ain't right."