'Seeing you in the armor of my enemy makes me realize that I failed not only as a father--but also as a teacher, Raphael. Please have the courtesy to remove that mask in my house.'
Raphael pulled the helmet from his face and held it in front of him.
'The armor isn't evil, master. Only the man who wore it was. I can use it to accomplish good things!'
'How? By leading the FOOT CLAN? They are criminals and KILLERS! They have no honor. They are everything I raised you NOT to be, my son!'
'They are NINJA, just like us! The old Foot is dead! These are new recruits, to be trained and molded! Won't you help me, master? We can remake the Foot, in your own image!'
'It is not MY image you use to inspire your troops, Raphael! Do they follow you or the armor? And what of the Japanese Foot Clan? Do you have their blessings?'
Raphael slid the helmet back over his head. 'I've been trying to contact them but so far have had no luck. But I don't anticipate any problems there. Karai, who runs the Japanese Foot is a friend of ours, remember?' He turned his back on Splinter and began to walk away. 'Goodbye, Master. I'm sorry you don't have faith in me. I'm sure you would have helped if it had been Leonardo who asked!'
'Leonardo already asked, my son, before you kicked your brothers out of YOUR Foot Clan, and I gave him the same answer. You should have let the Foot Clan DIE!'
Unfortunately, that was not the end of the matter." Don sighed and shook his head. "In fact, if not for the Foot and that wretched armor--"
He gasped, trying to contain his composure, but the overwhelming grief flooded him,
and he let out a cry of anguish. "If only they hadn't gone out that night...if
only..."