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Eleventh Theory [Action/Voice]

((For the duration of the experiment Don's thoughts will be in {curly brackets}, OH GOD SORRY FOR THE BRAINSPAM.))

[Today Donatello is wandering around the village center, enjoying the nice weather and generally exploring. Unbeknownst to him, he is being followed by a thought bubble.]

[As he passes the clinic, on his way to the fountain:]

{... disassociative delusions. Induction of kinesthetic misperception. She thought her arm was artificial, so far as to... I should go visit her.}

[And as he comes into view of the school, he opens his journal:]

Molly, the weather is getting warm... do you want to start building the playground soon?

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You think I want you to move out? [For a moment, the cloud above him clears.]

Okay. [Raph looks at the ground, working his jaw and breathing deeply before returning to Don's eyes with a level stare.] Since I haven't got a choice I'm gonna be straight with you.

[He clears his throat, folding his arms.] There's a reason I don't like to talk about this stuff. Part of it's 'cause I don't get even half of what goes on up there. [He gestures vaguely to somewhere above his head.]

I told you in the woods, what goes on inside my brain ain't normal, and I hate the livin' crap outta it. So give me a freakin' break, Don, and just let me be pissed off.

You mean it... doesn't even make sense to you?

{How awful. But I don't think it's abnormal. If he were human, he wouldn't be...}

[He turns his back, covering his face with his hand, but his voice stays level.] Not really, no.

Are you really surprised?

{How can he live like that? What does the world look like to him?}

I... I knew you processed things differently, but I didn't know it was like that.

{He's probably going to kill me for this, but...} Can't you make it change?

[His hand drops down again.]

How?

Well - {Oh, tread lightly, Donatello...} What does it look like when you meditate?

[He turns back again, giving Don a skeptical look.] If meditatin' helped I'd never be not meditatin'.

{Oh.} What about when... you don't ever get a break?

Can't take a break from myself, Don.

But -

...

{... my worst fear ...}

[Can't say anything else. Needs to think.]

[Now that has Raph's attention...]

Worst fear?

{Uh-oh caught misunderstood be careful.}

... To be at war with my own mind.

{Didn't know you were fighting that battle every day afraid for you how can I help.}

Oh. [Well now he feels like crap.]

I'm sorry. {Sorry sorry sorry what else can I do.}

Did you... know? That other people weren't like you?

Don. Don't be. I mean...it's kinda obvious, right?

{You're not a freak. You're not. You're -}

- the strongest person I know.

I'm - [He snorts a laugh, his bubble shifting to lighter colors as he punches Don roughly on the arm.] You are so damn sappy sometimes.

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{But you like it better than when I .................................}

[With an effort of will, he conceals his thoughts.]

[And shortly thereafter, they arrive back at C6.]

Ready?

Like it better when you what?

[He pushes open the door to the building, but instead of heading toward the apartment, he makes for the kitchen instead.]

{....................................................}

Nothing.

[Reaching into the cabinet for boxes of tea.] Which do you want?

Hey! You get to pick me apart like a bug in a jar, now it's my turn.

[Sideways glance.] You won't like it.

[He crosses his arms and gives Don a hard look.] Lay it on me.

[Playing with the tea bags.]

Do you know those times when I'm - 'empty'? ... Do you want to see what I'm really doing?

Hey, you can see mine, can'tcha?

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