Thoughts

I am alone again in the sewers as my sons go about patrolling the city. I don't blame them for wishing to have freedom, but I do find the way they view me quite tedious.

I am not an old rat as such, I was before my mutation but since I mutated I am more human, and my age not more than theirs.

This is why it pains me so when they treat me as if I could die at any moment. That I can no longer defend myself. They mean well I know but I am not helpless, Donatello's concern for my health is endearing but very irritating, as is Leonardo's concern that I can't keep up with them when they go out, patrolling the city.

In rat years I am old but in human years I am not.

What was that? They return, I can hear their voices now.

"Be quiet guys, Splinters probably asleep"

They must know by now that I wait up for them to return. I should really address with them this issue though last time they seemed to only be humouring me.