He overwhelms himself with the crowded streets, the daring honking, the advertisements and glass buildings towering over pedestrians who hurry at their pace, exposed on open ground. His hockey stick sits in the lair, but he couldn’t give up the mask and serrated knife tucked inside his jacket.
The world’s free from the Kraang. He’s just… giving his mind time to catch up.
That’s what Casey tells himself anyway, when he hangs around Leo too much or stares at April O’Neil bounding around the lair – spirited, college-aged, alive.
He’ll move on, he knows from experience. There's never been another choice.