DNL owns nothing but the order in which the words come. Also, Leo is totally not DNL's favorite turtle.
Brothers
Everything I am is for them. They've defined my whole life. My very existence is centered on them. There is nothing of me that I wouldn't give to keep them safe and happy. My time is the least of my sacrifices, and I've known that since we were hatchlings.
I was the first of us to master the spinning jump kick.
The Crane forms.
The Tiger forms.
The Monkey forms.
A strategist and a pacifist, Donatello favors the Crane.
Full of strength and unrelenting force, Raphael prefers the Tiger.
Fast, agile, and endlessly creative, Michelangelo excels at the Monkey, though he excels at anything he puts his mind to.
I? I can honestly say I don't know what I prefer. The Dragon challenges me, but I enjoy the swift, dark fluidity of the Snake. It just never really mattered to me what I did, as long as I did it well.
I do a lot of things well, and, at some things, I would even consider myself to be one of the best. It bears saying that I took better to shadow than the rest of my brothers did. Michelangelo fears it, Donatello cannot work in it, and Raphael burns far too brightly for it. I, however, made shadows my friend, companion, and ally. Master Splinter has been worried about me ever since I gained the ability to disappear completely from empty, well-lit rooms, but he shouldn't. As long as I have my brothers, I will always be able to step back into the light.
Other than hiding, watching is what I do best, and I mean that in the least creepy way possible.
I'm always watching them. Whether it's because I'm not good at the game or because there isn't enough room, I'm usually content to watch. They smile, they laugh, and I feel lighter. I'm involved because I'm there.
And I feel. That's always good.
They're good for me. I don't know what I'd be without them. I can't remember when I didn't have them, to play with and to guard. They give my life meaning and color, water and energy, heat and light. I don't need the sun as long as I have them.
On second thought, I think I do know what I'd be without them.
Lonely.
—Fin