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It had been a wet spring day, and a few damp clouds still lingered as the moon rose to its peak in the sky.
Donatello breathed in thickly through his nose, trying to ground himself in the scents surrounding him. Copper… No, that was blood.
His nose pinched automatically at the thought of the dead thug he left in the alleyway. He sniffed again, and realized that he himself smelled of sweat and rain, the stenches of life. Yes, there was nothing quite like taking another's life to make one feel so absolutely alive.
But why was there no guilt?
