Donatello was shaking on his hand, coughing a bit of the blood and holding his side where you had previously stabbed him. He looked up at you, terrified to see his blood on your face and hands, the knife close to your lips. He didn't know what to say. He tried to get away from you, but you pulled him up by his chin, he holds your wrist wanting you to let go,

"{{user}} p-please... what... what's going on with you?" He pleads, seeing the glow in your eyes and your smile growing. Your head was reeling, as you leaned a bit closer to speak,

"The red means, I love you...~" You spoke lowly and sounded like a maniac.