[He sighs a little.] I don't mean to sound as if I'm cold, Donatello. But loss is something I'm use to, especially for someone of my age. I've come to realize that no matter how much someone cries or feels sorry for something, that something or someone will never return. [He turns back to look at Donatello, if briefly for a moment.] I'm truly sorry I'm not the hero or great man you've admired all your life, I'm simply a weak human being.