[As if it was waiting for the brothers to speak again, just for the very moment when the ice was broken, a gentle purple comes into existence between them. It shines, catching on snowflakes and twinkling in the morning light.
It doesn't hurt, not at all. In fact, it's comforting. It's Michelangelo's long-awaited crest, the Crest of Kindness.
It's one Donatello should be familiar with, and one that embodies the younger brother's whole being.]
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It doesn't hurt, not at all. In fact, it's comforting. It's Michelangelo's long-awaited crest, the Crest of Kindness.
It's one Donatello should be familiar with, and one that embodies the younger brother's whole being.]