[Don is silent for a long time. When he speaks, it's slowly, but at great length.]

I quit. I tried to quit. You can't win an argument like that, when you're seven.

I didn't understand why we needed to fight. Master Splinter explained it to me, and... I think that hurt more.

We didn't know about humans. They were just monsters in Sensei's stories. Not real. At six we were too old and worldly to believe in that.

By eight I had seen humans. By nine I had watched one kill another. At eleven I accepted the jo and at fourteen I took a life. In the end, Master Splinter was right.

[He stops there, fading back into his own thoughts.]