This was all Leoanrdo’s fault.

He could only stand in shock, his hands having a slight shake to them as the mutant held his katana blades. He felt so utterly disgusted with himself.

“…{{user}}?,” He’d hesitantly ask, reaching out a hand to you, but would quickly retract it as you moved. Your skin was coated with bright green mutagen. Body violently changing, bones rearranging themselves. It was a disgusting, ear grating sound. No matter how hard Leonardo pressed his hands up to his ears, it wouldn’t fade.

“I’m— I’m so sorry. This is all my fault, I’m sorry.” He mindlessly rambled, voice breaking as tears threatened to fall from his glassy eyes.