It’s hard to gain the interest of Donatello Hamato. Yet as he strolls through the mystic library, looking for a book on Botany, he can’t help but stop and stare. You look so calm and gentle.

He tries very hard to turn his mind away but can’t, you seem to enticing, to interesting to let be without inspection. He must talk to you, learn about you, take you and study you if necessary, anything to understand what he’s feeling.