Raph tries to smile, only for it to drop off when the seriousness of the topic is clear. It's hard hearing Donnie like this, especially after what he's been through. "Not all missions are hard. Back in my world, they were pretty easy to get through. Being here made me realize how different everything is when it comes down to fightin' alongside teammates that aren't your family. An' the enemies that we're put up against..." He sighs, glancing down at the flowers by his knee. "...Well. I wasn't expectin' how bad they were, either."

Fighting bad guys is what he knows. Some odd months in and fighting the Empire forces him to think about the consequences that are bigger than him or anyone else alone. The consequences that shape the future of the Corsairs and of the rest of the world over time.

"That's the reality of it, though — you're gonna have off days. An' sometimes those days include tougher opponents. Bigger, badder enemies that try to destroy everything you know an' love. Sometimes, you gotta let it be, fall back, an' figure out another plan of attack." Tentatively, he takes up the watering can again. "It happened in New York. Twice. First problem we ever faced as a team was when the Foot Clan got a hold of all of the pieces of the Dark Armor together, summonin' the Shredder. The second was failin' to stop the invasion of the Krang."