Lighting-up

   So much had changed for Donatello since his announcement.  He knew it, he felt it, he heard it.  He had stayed in his room for a couple days, venturing out only a few times for essentials.  Even then, it had been in the middle of the night, when he was sure everyone was asleep.  He had known though, that Master Splinter was not.  The man he had always considered his father, the man that had raised him, he was always keen on his sons.  He always seemed to know, but only approached them when he deemed it necessary.  Donatello had known that Splinter was up, but he did not know if he was thankful or grieved that he had not come to him.  He kn