This one is really really short!

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 ~ Master Splinter's POV ~

My son michelangelo was once again correct in something that no one else wouldn't believe. During her story I was shocked at what the Kraang were capable of doing to an innocent child. They weren't what my sons described them as. I always know when i am lied to. I know that all that both my sons and grace said to be true. A fear gripped my heart knowing that if my sons busted through the lower levels of the Kraang they would face possibly an enemy worse than the Shredder if he was still alive. After the story I understood further why she didn't tell us what she was capable of. It wasn't because she didn't trust us, it was really because every time that she told a person she was not only reliving that day she was endangering their lives. When i was first mutated it was similarly painful, it hurt to look in any mirror showing what thing i had become. It hurt to learn how to re-function with only four fingers.I heard a softly whispered sentence that stuck in my head. " Don't worry it no longer hurts when my fingers and toes change to get 6 fingers and 6 toes.I am completely fine" All of these years she has been able to maintain a calm and kind disposition. A fully trained Kunoichi would be hard pressed to do such things. Just like her human form skin her turtle skin is a pale white. Grace has changed to be an albino turtle. I am still unused to thinking of grace in this way. Though she still has her striking blue eyes in either form. Her freckles had changed to be more of a creamish colour. She disappeared through the closest manhole. After the comfort Grace showed to Michelangelo he was hardly sniffing. Before I ask her to become a kunoichi in training i first need to make sure of this question. Michelangelo made his way to the lair his usual happy self. Like nothing happened.