Don has always struggled with the nature of his own existence. Sometimes, he wonders if there was some mechanism by which it had been almost obligatory, a part of how his world was destined to unfold. Other times, he wonders if it's just pure coincidence. Maybe, somehow, it's a little of both.
Roderic has a definitive answer for this question. It's a perverse thought to have, and made even moreso by the fact that the man wanted no part of this kind of life, but some tiny part of Don is jealous that Roderic has an answer for why he is the way he is.
That sure doesn't push the hatred for these scientists away any, though. They're a stain on the face of science. To take sentient life and twist it into a meat puppet for their own desires... it's antithetical to everything that Don thinks science stands for, and it wipes another dark smear over the ivory tower façade that he'd seen falter so many times before.]
Whatever you've achieved is still part of you. [He says this with a deep conviction, the kind that comes from knowing that no matter how achievements are earned, they are still real.] Whoever made you... that doesn't get to define you anymore. Not here.
[The cosmic mistake - the providence - that resulted in the Turtles may have begun their story, but it didn't write it. Don feels the same about Roderic. No matter what monster crafted him, Roderic has a will of his own and a meaning that has transcended those things.]
In other words - the best. ;v;
Don has always struggled with the nature of his own existence. Sometimes, he wonders if there was some mechanism by which it had been almost obligatory, a part of how his world was destined to unfold. Other times, he wonders if it's just pure coincidence. Maybe, somehow, it's a little of both.
Roderic has a definitive answer for this question. It's a perverse thought to have, and made even moreso by the fact that the man wanted no part of this kind of life, but some tiny part of Don is jealous that Roderic has an answer for why he is the way he is.
That sure doesn't push the hatred for these scientists away any, though. They're a stain on the face of science. To take sentient life and twist it into a meat puppet for their own desires... it's antithetical to everything that Don thinks science stands for, and it wipes another dark smear over the ivory tower façade that he'd seen falter so many times before.]
Whatever you've achieved is still part of you. [He says this with a deep conviction, the kind that comes from knowing that no matter how achievements are earned, they are still real.] Whoever made you... that doesn't get to define you anymore. Not here.
[The cosmic mistake - the providence - that resulted in the Turtles may have begun their story, but it didn't write it. Don feels the same about Roderic. No matter what monster crafted him, Roderic has a will of his own and a meaning that has transcended those things.]