[Robert listens soberly, seriously. Of all the things he's heard about peoples' worlds so far, this is probably honestly the closest to "understandable" that he's heard. It's something that he can comprehend, at least, even if he isn't sure what kind of mutagenic chemical would result in an anthropomorphic shape.]
And so you are essentially the sole representatives of your subspecies - so to speak. [It... it was something that should have made them prized, something like a spontaneous crystal generation - something rare and wonderful. Instead, it made them reviled.]
I... [Robert forces down his anxiety and reaches over to the turtle's weathered green hand. He kind of gently catches the two fingers with his own slender hand - it's a weak, timid handhold, but it's an attempt to be genuinely reassuring. The touch makes fear flare up inside him. You're getting close, Robert. Probably too close.]
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And so you are essentially the sole representatives of your subspecies - so to speak. [It... it was something that should have made them prized, something like a spontaneous crystal generation - something rare and wonderful. Instead, it made them reviled.]
I... [Robert forces down his anxiety and reaches over to the turtle's weathered green hand. He kind of gently catches the two fingers with his own slender hand - it's a weak, timid handhold, but it's an attempt to be genuinely reassuring. The touch makes fear flare up inside him. You're getting close, Robert. Probably too close.]
... I am sorry, Donatello.