"A nice viewā¦ I haven't seen such vastness in a long time," Michelangelo turns around, Splinter is standing on a small rock in a crane pose. "A great place for meditation."
"Masterā¦" - his lips barely whisper. "I fellā¦" "Our whole life, my student, is a series of falls" - the master caught a snowflake in his palm, it did not dissolve. "But that's what makes us different from these snowflakesā¦ After falling, we have a choice not to dissolveā¦" "I get itā¦ thisā¦ metaphor, right?.." - Mikey rested his fist on the ground, his hand trembling. "I can'tā¦ Andā¦ never couldā¦" "No, I never doubted the strength of your heart," a warm palm fell on the turtle's head. "Get up, my studentā¦ my son. " " Dadā¦ - Michelangelo exhaled, the wind stirred the crowns of the fir trees around him. Growling and moaning in pain, the ninja sat down on his whole knee. His father's voice and the order he heard from the elsians sounded in his head. His teeth clenched, his heart flared up with fire and, taking a deep breath, he did what he considered necessary now, at least something. Try to call the dragon. "Delsiroā¦ Delsiro!"
