Sigma looked Donatello dead in the eye. He felt a soft crunch under his fingers, and realized he'd dented the railing with his grip. Ah, well. If someone noticed, he'd apologize to their host.

"...Yes. I suppose that is true."

It seemed the two of them were at a stalemate. They'd both had the same reasons all along, and neither of them could be blamed. The other man had the advantage that his family was not yet being slaughtered... but Sigma was the one who had brought them here in the first place, by not killing all along.