[Whatever blood is left in him goes ice cold the minute he lifts the hilt, feeling the weight all wrong. And then he sees the damage.

He wants to scream. He wants to call her a liar to her face, mystic weapons like this don't just break in an explosion. They never have before! He wants to do a lot of things.

But Leonardo does what Leonardo does best.

Shrug up one shoulder as he looks at it.]

Okay. You got us, where are the cameras. Funny joke, but I think we're done here, so let's get the confetti guns out and call it a wrap.