He wished he could understand what these turtles were telling him. He was thankful once they were at the boys temporary dorms. His shirt was soaked with sweat by the time they reached his room. He had never lifted one half of his trunk with his mind so long. Instead of looking like he was going to die, he instead looked proud of himself for what he could do.

"Thank you for your help." Once more, he spoke between gasps of air. He nearly stumbled into his room, taking his shirt off and throwing it into a nearby hamper. His back, chest, and neck were marred by surgical scars. Almost like someone had sewn him back together, again. He used his powers to drop his backpack on the bed, and then fish out a clean shirt to put on.

He did all of that while still trying to focus on the other end of the trunk that Athos was carrying, to make things easier on him.