That explains everything, very suddenly. Like the final twist of a Rubik's cube, everything falls into place.]
... Ah...
[Robert looks up at Donatello with an expression of surprise and - now - curiosity, mixed with what might be traces of anger. At humans. At the disgusting pre-Terran humans who would be willing to be such abominations toward a perfectly wonderful being.]
... Proto-Terran humans. Disgusting. Barely worthy of the species name, "sapiens".
Bloody hell, Donatello. I had no idea... I thought, I thought perhaps you were a member of a whole species. [Genuine anger flickers across Robert's face, directed clearly at humans from Donatello's time.] Barbarians, treating you and your family that way. I... I apologize for my pathetic excuses for ancestors. They prove time and time again that they cannot be trusted with anything important.
[Robert sighs a little, more to vent excess rage than anything.]
... But... how exactly did your family come into being? Were you perhaps a product of black market genetics? [Robert knows that dark underbelly of Terra better than he'd care to admit. He'd seen entire departments fall to it.]
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That explains everything, very suddenly. Like the final twist of a Rubik's cube, everything falls into place.]
... Ah...
[Robert looks up at Donatello with an expression of surprise and - now - curiosity, mixed with what might be traces of anger. At humans. At the disgusting pre-Terran humans who would be willing to be such abominations toward a perfectly wonderful being.]
... Proto-Terran humans. Disgusting. Barely worthy of the species name, "sapiens".
Bloody hell, Donatello. I had no idea... I thought, I thought perhaps you were a member of a whole species. [Genuine anger flickers across Robert's face, directed clearly at humans from Donatello's time.] Barbarians, treating you and your family that way. I... I apologize for my pathetic excuses for ancestors. They prove time and time again that they cannot be trusted with anything important.
[Robert sighs a little, more to vent excess rage than anything.]
... But... how exactly did your family come into being? Were you perhaps a product of black market genetics? [Robert knows that dark underbelly of Terra better than he'd care to admit. He'd seen entire departments fall to it.]