"I..." At this, Donatello shook his head. "That's not it. I'm not angry at you. Its just..."

He was silent again, before letting his breath out. Had he been holding his breath? He didn't know.

"...I did the same, once. Not the exact same, but..." Given the way he hesitated, it was clear it was not something he spoke of often. If ever. "I understand. Its not a question of being 'good' or...'honorable' at that point. Sometimes...its something that needs to be done. And you have to be ready to shoulder the potential price."

The waiter came, pouring a new cup. Don didn't even notice.

"Its just something I never really...talk about."