[The shrine has multiple faces on it, lovingly sketched out in pencil. Some men, some women, some clearly not human at all. By the pillow, there's a sketchpad with some hastily erased half-done sketches. There's the erased outline of a turtle's face with what looks like black holes for eyes--Donatello has been battling with himself over whether he wants to memorialize certain people he saw die, or just keep those memories buried.

But he's not paying attention to that right now. He's frowning in thought, pouring water out into a clean cup almost on instinct to offer to Leo. The child needs to hydrate.]

Yeah. We've got each other's backs. [His face softens in a gentle smile. There's love in that smile, even if he only just met this version of his brother.] That much is always the same, no matter what world we're in.

[He cocks his head, frowning again.] It's kind of weird to hear you talk like that. My Leo lives for training. You were suddenly dropped into a world where people say monsters eat people--don't you think you should be keeping your skills sharp?