Power
Taylor can't relax. She's constantly aware of Splinter's presence beside her, and she's praying she hasn't made a terrible mistake.
When Michelangelo asked Splinter what he and Taylor were going to do while the others went to meet April, the rat said: We will watch a film together. The light from the screens flicker across both their faces; she keeps her shoulders tense and her arms wrapped around her torso.
She really, really hopes that big one isn't still here.
As soon as they let her go - if they let her go - she's packing and leaving the flat as fast as she can. She doesn't care how many trips she has to make.
Except...her mom will know something's wrong. Taylor might be able to hide a bruised stomach and ribs, but the fear and anxiety? She can't hide that, and her mom won't rest until she knows the truth.
But how is she supposed to feel safe in the flat? How is she supposed to feel safe anywhere? No matter where she goes, this is going to stay with her.
She doesn't want to live in fear.
"What is troubling you, Taylor?"
She answers without meaning to do so. "I don't want to be scared."
"I am sorry for that," Splinter says. "Please look at me, Taylor."
She makes herself do so. His eyes are warm and gentle.
"I am going to tell you something I have told my sons numerous times. Fear is part of living, but it does not have to be your life. It is much like anger - if you let it consume you, you will lose sight of everything."
He reaches out towards her. It takes all her willpower not to flinch when he places a hand on her arm.
"Do not let my son's actions have power over you."
After a moment, she nods.