[He can't not depend on his brothers, as much as he wishes he didn't have to. But in this moment, Leo's the only one who can keep going. It's feels like a cruel thing to do, but Donnie knows he won't be able to do it himself.
He can't lead them. Leo can.
Eyes squeezed shut, it's still a poor compensation for his lack of being able to see anything, and those hands and creepy Krang appendages are still there, his skin crawling at their touch, still trying to ease him away from the only real contact in this room aside from Accelerator.
There's a momentary pang of guilt as Donnie realizes he's completely lost track of the esper, quelled only slightly as he hears Leo speaking to Accelerator. Leo won't leave him. He won't leave any of them. He won't give up.
Those hands try harder, even at their gentlest touch, and Donnie practically buries his face against Leo's shell, his arms so tense they hurt, but he knows if he loses his hold, he's never getting out of here. The dread of being stuck in here, dragged under blood and limbs with a million voices and crashing sounds all around nearly threatens to shut him down.
His arms twitch, and for a heart-stopping moment almost feel like they slacken. He's barely hanging on, and it's taking everything for him to just do that, so overwhelmed as he is.
It'd be so much easier just to not feel anything.]
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He can't lead them. Leo can.
Eyes squeezed shut, it's still a poor compensation for his lack of being able to see anything, and those hands and creepy Krang appendages are still there, his skin crawling at their touch, still trying to ease him away from the only real contact in this room aside from Accelerator.
There's a momentary pang of guilt as Donnie realizes he's completely lost track of the esper, quelled only slightly as he hears Leo speaking to Accelerator. Leo won't leave him. He won't leave any of them. He won't give up.
Those hands try harder, even at their gentlest touch, and Donnie practically buries his face against Leo's shell, his arms so tense they hurt, but he knows if he loses his hold, he's never getting out of here. The dread of being stuck in here, dragged under blood and limbs with a million voices and crashing sounds all around nearly threatens to shut him down.
His arms twitch, and for a heart-stopping moment almost feel like they slacken. He's barely hanging on, and it's taking everything for him to just do that, so overwhelmed as he is.
It'd be so much easier just to not feel anything.]