"Damn it," Raphael muttered. "Damn it, I didn't ask for this.

I told him to step aside, you know that? I begged him to. He didn't listen, not even when I tried, but all I feel is guilt and the sense that I got off and another went in my place.

Add dreams on top of that..." He sighed.

"Have I told you I hate this house?" He said wryly, turning around and facing John with a glassy-eyed expression.