His face scrunched up in what would've been wrinkling his nose, for anyone with an obvious nose, at the mention of that archenemy. "Ugh. I hope none of ours manage that."
Given what little they'd learned about the Pantheon so far, he wasn't expecting to be terribly lucky in that regard.
Still, that problem - as much as he'd like to deal with it - was dimensions away, and worrying about what he couldn't do anything about wasn't going to help anyone. Better to focus on what he could do to get himself back to it, first, and that? That meant smiling, playing nice with the politicians, and not doing anything to jeopardize their shot at getting more resources assigned to the Legion to keep up the research on getting them back.
(He really should've written down those coordinates that had sent them one New York in the wrong direction when they were test-driving the spatial transporter. Or rather, the ones that had gotten them back home from that.)
"I don't really go out of my way to be a hero, but it...just happens anyway, sometimes." It was just rational, as far as he was concerned - if nobody else was in a position to save the world from Krang, then why would he just stand back and let it happen? "But...all of that started not even two years ago, I guess."
It could be argued that things started long before that, but even if Donnie was much more accepting of all that reincarnation jibberish than he used to be, he didn't much like it as a defining point of where it all began. There were too many ways to take that further and further back - it started with Stockgen's experiments on the mutagen, it started with Hamato Yoshi's execution by the Foot, it started with whatever the Utroms were doing back in the Mesozoic Era...it was complicated.
As much as he enjoyed tackling the complicated questions, sometimes you just wanted a simple answer.
"Mutagen kind of messed with how fast we grew up, though, so the age question gets...kind of sticky."
And sometimes you didn't have a simple one to offer, but at least you could try not to give the really complicated one to a guy you met five minutes ago.
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Given what little they'd learned about the Pantheon so far, he wasn't expecting to be terribly lucky in that regard.
Still, that problem - as much as he'd like to deal with it - was dimensions away, and worrying about what he couldn't do anything about wasn't going to help anyone. Better to focus on what he could do to get himself back to it, first, and that? That meant smiling, playing nice with the politicians, and not doing anything to jeopardize their shot at getting more resources assigned to the Legion to keep up the research on getting them back.
(He really should've written down those coordinates that had sent them one New York in the wrong direction when they were test-driving the spatial transporter. Or rather, the ones that had gotten them back home from that.)
"I don't really go out of my way to be a hero, but it...just happens anyway, sometimes." It was just rational, as far as he was concerned - if nobody else was in a position to save the world from Krang, then why would he just stand back and let it happen? "But...all of that started not even two years ago, I guess."
It could be argued that things started long before that, but even if Donnie was much more accepting of all that reincarnation jibberish than he used to be, he didn't much like it as a defining point of where it all began. There were too many ways to take that further and further back - it started with Stockgen's experiments on the mutagen, it started with Hamato Yoshi's execution by the Foot, it started with whatever the Utroms were doing back in the Mesozoic Era...it was complicated.
As much as he enjoyed tackling the complicated questions, sometimes you just wanted a simple answer.
"Mutagen kind of messed with how fast we grew up, though, so the age question gets...kind of sticky."
And sometimes you didn't have a simple one to offer, but at least you could try not to give the really complicated one to a guy you met five minutes ago.