The words that he hears tumble from the larger turtle are so strange, conflicting. Tally marks that further weigh in on the things that Shu had told him. Something in his chest hurts.
But then Raph turns, and there's no doubting that it is Raph, because there are so many similarities, too many in fact, to contradict that he isn't. Still, Donnie can see them, the little things, in his response, in his movements, tiny details that somehow don't quite mesh, but could easily be overlooked. The inflection of a language that he should have grown up with mashes into each other in that telling way of a foreign tongue unused to where it's supposed to go.
Yet the world goes still the moment the other really looks at Donnie and speaks his name.
Donnie hadn't thought this plan through. It had taken him long enough to even convince himself to go through with seeking this doppleganger of a brother, to set things straight. Now that he's in front of him, Donnie blanks. His mouth starts to move, a shaky, hesitant shaping of a name that doesn't quite reach more than a whisper in volume. His eyes burn with that uncomfortable sensation accompanying the eventual blurring of his vision, and he's not sure if he's angry or relieved or sad.
His brother's here...but not. This is his brother, and at the same time, it isn't. How's he supposed to respond to that? He...he doesn't know.
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Date: 2025-03-12 05:44 am (UTC)But then Raph turns, and there's no doubting that it is Raph, because there are so many similarities, too many in fact, to contradict that he isn't. Still, Donnie can see them, the little things, in his response, in his movements, tiny details that somehow don't quite mesh, but could easily be overlooked. The inflection of a language that he should have grown up with mashes into each other in that telling way of a foreign tongue unused to where it's supposed to go.
Yet the world goes still the moment the other really looks at Donnie and speaks his name.
Donnie hadn't thought this plan through. It had taken him long enough to even convince himself to go through with seeking this doppleganger of a brother, to set things straight. Now that he's in front of him, Donnie blanks. His mouth starts to move, a shaky, hesitant shaping of a name that doesn't quite reach more than a whisper in volume. His eyes burn with that uncomfortable sensation accompanying the eventual blurring of his vision, and he's not sure if he's angry or relieved or sad.
His brother's here...but not. This is his brother, and at the same time, it isn't. How's he supposed to respond to that? He...he doesn't know.