Death is Messy

Death isn't peaceful. There's no calmly whispered last words or "peaceful passings" in the real world. The real world is dirty and gritty. Life is messy and fast-paced. Death is even more so. There is no such thing as an "honorable" death. Death is loud and painful and messy and desperate. (Not a deathfic; rated for blood/injury; all turtles, largely Leo-centric; art by Sneefee)