“There’s a high probability…” he admits without having a memory of a fight between them.

Placing as little weight on Walter as possible as they head to the alley, he hums in a low pitch to acknowledge that the astute deduction is correct. Simply existing was abhorrent to him.

Rather than allowing the conversation to stall there, he shifts the focus to other matters as they exit the trees and head down the alley to the bike, “Russell will enjoy one thing about this particular memory... Aliens were a significant portion of the city’s population with a surprisingly wide variety. Even had a group called the ‘Alien Earth Appreciation Society’ hosting a local movie night…” he remarks with a drained smile.

One particular alien was attacking the turtle brothers later in the memory but most were peaceful citizens.