As much as Leo doesn't want to have to cope with Raphael being difficult, at least his brother is well enough to be cranky. That's a good sign, reassures him that Raph is healthy. He can deal with the rest.
Cages. Of course. "Great. Just great," Leo mutters groggily.
His limbs feel heavy and dull, but finally he manages to raise a hand to his eyes and scrub them clear; with a grunt he rolls to his side, then forces himself up against the cage bars, scuffling until he reaches a sitting position. The hollow clank of keratin against metal and the rattle of the chain around his good leg echoes in the limited space; he pauses to suck shallow breaths through his nose, wrestling against nausea. Every joint feels weak and watery, his muscles burn as if he's exhausted; thinking straight is like trudging uphill. But he refuses to let any of that stop him, they're in serious trouble here.
This really is something out of his worst nightmare - out of all their nightmares. But if he doesn't keep it together, keep focused and functioning, he won't be able to lead them out of here, and his brother is depending on him. He just has to take one thing at a time; checking for his harness, Leo finds it missing, and isn't exactly surprised. But his hidden tanto is still there, tucked next to his wrist. It's something.
Should he try to pick the lock on his leg? Surely it was better to escape as soon as possible. The humans, whoever they were, probably wouldn't expect to meet them free and fighting when the truck arrives at its destination; that could give the two of them the element of surprise, and before they wind up ensconced in some laboratory or secure facility.
On the other hand if they were interrupted, his knife, a valuable resource, could be confiscated. Maybe it would be anyway when they got to their location, if they were searched again... And if by some miracle they did get free of chains and cages both using only the point of his knife, could they fight their way out? Leo doesn't feel like he can even get to his feet just yet, and who knows how long it will be before he can actually engage in combat. Could be hours, could be a day. One thing for sure, it won't be in the next ten minutes, and there's no telling how long they've got before the truck arrives at its destination.
"I've... still got my knife. Do you, ah -" His voice sounds far weaker than he intends and it catches in his throat; Leo coughs, clears his throat with a grimace, takes a deeper breath and tries again, determined. "Did they leave you any weapons." There. Better.
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Cages. Of course. "Great. Just great," Leo mutters groggily.
His limbs feel heavy and dull, but finally he manages to raise a hand to his eyes and scrub them clear; with a grunt he rolls to his side, then forces himself up against the cage bars, scuffling until he reaches a sitting position. The hollow clank of keratin against metal and the rattle of the chain around his good leg echoes in the limited space; he pauses to suck shallow breaths through his nose, wrestling against nausea. Every joint feels weak and watery, his muscles burn as if he's exhausted; thinking straight is like trudging uphill. But he refuses to let any of that stop him, they're in serious trouble here.
This really is something out of his worst nightmare - out of all their nightmares. But if he doesn't keep it together, keep focused and functioning, he won't be able to lead them out of here, and his brother is depending on him. He just has to take one thing at a time; checking for his harness, Leo finds it missing, and isn't exactly surprised. But his hidden tanto is still there, tucked next to his wrist. It's something.
Should he try to pick the lock on his leg? Surely it was better to escape as soon as possible. The humans, whoever they were, probably wouldn't expect to meet them free and fighting when the truck arrives at its destination; that could give the two of them the element of surprise, and before they wind up ensconced in some laboratory or secure facility.
On the other hand if they were interrupted, his knife, a valuable resource, could be confiscated. Maybe it would be anyway when they got to their location, if they were searched again... And if by some miracle they did get free of chains and cages both using only the point of his knife, could they fight their way out? Leo doesn't feel like he can even get to his feet just yet, and who knows how long it will be before he can actually engage in combat. Could be hours, could be a day. One thing for sure, it won't be in the next ten minutes, and there's no telling how long they've got before the truck arrives at its destination.
"I've... still got my knife. Do you, ah -" His voice sounds far weaker than he intends and it catches in his throat; Leo coughs, clears his throat with a grimace, takes a deeper breath and tries again, determined. "Did they leave you any weapons." There. Better.