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Seventy-First Theory [Voice/Action]

[It's been an extremely frustrating month. First he was kidnapped and experimented on by the Malnosso, while everyone else in the village - as Don learned later - got to fly, with their own wings. As the long-vanished Raphael would say, "Turtle Luck runnin' true to form".]

[When the droids returned him, he was invisible for a week, and spent most of that time watching his partner have a serious substance abuse problem, while the Turtle himself was powerless to do anything about that or the underlying issues causing Robert's addiction to resurface.]

[When Don became visible again, Robert tried to explain himself, but the Turtle had seen too much of drugs in his own world to want to hear any more about it. As a result, for the past few weeks relations have been strained at best in the Hamato-Hastings household.]

[Today Don heads out to the beach, seeking to clear his head and reconnect with his Filial magic. The Malnosso's experiments had had strange effects on his control of the elements, and he thinks he'd better spend some time re-establishing his bond with the spirits, the true source of these abilities.]

[In the afternoon, he happens to check his journal and finds a long, privately-filtered written message from Robert: another attempt to explain his behavior. Part of Don doesn't want to read it, but another part knows he owes that much to his partner of over two years.]

[That doesn't make it easy, though, and Don can only stand to read the manifesto in small pieces over the next several hours.]

[When he's done, he stays at the beach, watching sunset, watching the stars come out. When night and solitude have made him invisible again, he opens his journal.]

Have you ever learned something... that made you change your perspective... on something you thought you would never change your mind about?

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[Sometime during his beach excursion, Don will receive this lengthy, filtered message from his partner.]

Kararbo, the previous weeks have been difficult for both of us. I regret that I have been previously unable to communicate myself to you in an effective way, so I am hoping that, by writing this message, I may be able to rectify some of the issues raised by our discussions.

Firstly, I must note that you seem to have a false impression of the substances I have used. Some research into the topic has led me to believe that anything similar in your time is poorly-made and marketed in underhanded ways, and the substances themselves are consistently dangerous. Though I cannot speak for all intravenous drugs of your time, I nevertheless see a clear trend of the dangers far outweighing any benefits. This is in direct contrast to the arylcyclohexylamine group of drugs most commonly distributed on Terra. They are distributed openly, controlled carefully, and their toxicity rates are comparable to anaesthetics used in your time. Though they are certainly not free of side effects - amongst them, nausea and lightheadedness - intermittent medium doses have been clinically shown to be safe.

In the frequency and concentration I was using them at, this is no longer true. And for this, my behaviour must be controlled, or perhaps eliminated. But this is not tantamount to the claim that the drug itself is dangerous. Arylcyclohexylamines are simply not dangerous when they are used with discrimination; their protected legal status results from this. From what I have seen, this is similar to the distribution of alcohol and nicotene in your culture. And certainly, arylcyclohexylamines are consistently safer than both.

There are many things I have become disillusioned by regarding Terran culture, but this is not an area I have found fault with yet.

Secondly, as I attempted to explain, my initial utilisation of drugs resulted from a desire to maintain a social connection with Benjamin. Our peer group used such drugs as ways to experience altered consciousness in ways that are difficult to simulate. This is not uncommon Terran behaviour, and moreover is much different from what I recently engaged in by drinking to excess while exploiting Tsinku's bond - rather than an attempt to foster connection, that was an attempt to eliminate it entirely.

My behaviour was illogical. I caused more damage to myself, and to you, by attempting to assuage my pain in this way. These are facts that cannot be denied, and I would no sooner try to deny them than try to deny your hurt or anger. However, I do not view these situations as equivalent; the former was recreation turned dangerous, the latter was a coping mechanism, and ill-advised at that.

As I previously said, I will make every effort to not repeat this in the future. I must confess that this has previously been an issue for me even before this instance, and perhaps I must take steps that I have previously have never felt necessary. This, I will leave to your discretion.

Thank you for reading this, and for continuing to support me despite the circumstances.

[When Don finally gets home, late in the evening, Robert won't be there... he's actually just outside, watching the faux stars and the real plants that are still emerging from Splinter's garden.]

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[It's after midnight by the time Don gets home, and he's quiet - if not ninja-quiet - as he lets himself into the house. Before heading to bed he peeks into Robert's room, expecting to find the man asleep, and is surprised when the Terran isn't there at all.]

[This is a somewhat alarming turn of events. Where could Robert have gone...?]

[A moment later, loud rapping sounds from the window close to the kitchen. Should Don go to investigate, he'll find Robert peering almost dolefully through the glass.]

[Don jumps, unused to other people knocking at his window. Now he's ninja-quiet as he steals towards the source of the tapping, to see who's there.]

[He's surprised again to see his partner looking back through the window, seemingly looking for him.]

[He crosses the floor, opens the sash, and leans out.]

Robert?

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