At this point, Donatello might as well have been a small child, so affected by the water he was. Those eyes were still wide, and angry. A sign he didn't believe her, even now.
"What's to stop you from killing me with my back turned?!"
He didn't even stop to think about how illogical that question was.
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"What's to stop you from killing me with my back turned?!"
He didn't even stop to think about how illogical that question was.