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MIke sat with his bandana in his lap, trying to tease loose the knot work that victoria left as her legacy. Leo was just beginning to untense. He settled back on the sofa and draped an arm around Vespera. The seat was still warm from where the dead woman had sat with her baby, but Leo resolutely ignored that. Splinter sat in the Victoiria-shaped silence and took a deep breath, recentering himself. Many of Emilio's assumptions and attitudes had disturbed him on some level. He wondered briefly how many of her father's views Kya shared. About to send Michelangelo for tea, Splinter's breath caought in his throat. Disengaging itself from the shadows, a familiar face and its aura strode into the room. Staring more from shock than uncertainty, he asked, "Master?" Even as he said it, he knew the answer. Splinter would have recognized Hamato Yoshi even if he had been struck deaf, dumb and blind.
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