[A sharp question nets sharp relief from the answer; Casey's shoulders slump a little, relaxing a tension he hadn't noticed had emerged when the thought came to mind. It's safe, then. Not that he'd ever, ever imagine himself possessing the sort of power Master Michelangelo had access to, even so, it's better to know than assume and get yourself killed doing something reckless. ...Or heroic.]

Okay... I think that makes sense. Thank you. That kind of makes it easier- like there's one less thing to worry about.