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i_speak_softly) wrote2013-10-07 09:52 pm
i_speak_softly) wrote2013-10-07 09:52 pm
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Seventy-Second Theory [Voice]
[Don has been living in the tunnels since the beginning of the last experiment, and for that time he's been almost entirely absent from the journals as well. Today, he finally re-establishes contact with the outside world.]
Has anyone ever considered building another village elsewhere in the enclosure? [...] Don't we have an organization that's always looking for that kind of volunteer work? The "Blue Viscera"?
[The transmission ends there, but later in the day there's another one:]
If anyone is willing, I would be very honored to have a new sensei. I'm fourth-dan in bojutsu but I haven't been formally trained in two years.
[After dark, he seals up his lair and goes home. When he reaches House 55, he doesn't announce himself, but goes silently to the winter room and re-closes the door behind him.]
Has anyone ever considered building another village elsewhere in the enclosure? [...] Don't we have an organization that's always looking for that kind of volunteer work? The "Blue Viscera"?
[The transmission ends there, but later in the day there's another one:]
If anyone is willing, I would be very honored to have a new sensei. I'm fourth-dan in bojutsu but I haven't been formally trained in two years.
[After dark, he seals up his lair and goes home. When he reaches House 55, he doesn't announce himself, but goes silently to the winter room and re-closes the door behind him.]
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What can he possibly say? He misses them too. He's wept over Leo's bonsai, felt pain as he held Mikey's old comic books or stroked Carbon in memory of Klunk's presence, ached at the silence of Splinter's garden... even pausing in front of Raph's weapons case, more than once he has missed the Turtle who hated him the most.
He doesn't know what to do. Robert hoped he could help Don to bear the burden of being alone, as he always had, but evidently his strength is not enough.]
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... I... I w-wish you could. [Even as he says that though, Robert's voice nearly breaks. The idea of Don going home, without him... and him forgetting Robert forever...]
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[He pulls himself together and sits back, sliding his hands to his knees and looking at the floor between them.]
I'm sorry. I'm tired and I'm not being rational.
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... I... I just... [In a voice nearly as small as Don's from earlier:] I w-wanted to be there with you...
[It's impossible, though, and he says it knowing its impossibility... an irrational plea with the universe from a rational scientist.]
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How's your nose?
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He would be leaving his family. His own life. His world...
And somehow it seems okay, to surrender all that for the chance at being with Don.
... He shakes the train of thought up, moving his fingers up to his own nose to trace its edges. How is his nose?]
... I... b-bled for the first two days, but... I believe I am... alright.
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[Don looks up, out of the barest corner of his eye. Does Robert's nose look any different? It's hard for him to tell.]
And you brought me food anyway...
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And... [More seriously:] You were... very a-afraid of me. All things considered, you... reacted quite well...
[The last part makes his expression grow sad, though he doesn't respond to it yet. Why wouldn't he?]
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Let me see.
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[He sits back, satisfied.]
Were you... surprised?
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It... was my i-initial hypothesis, considering the... d-dramatic nature of the reaction. But... [Robert falters.] I was... u-uncertain if something I did might have... caused such a reaction...
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To be honest, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner.
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