The one eyed turtle gripped the strap on Donnie's back, as another way to secure his brother close as he listened, a bubble of hatred making the area a little warmer around him. "Good... It doesn't get back what he took, but... it's better than him still... still." He said, unable to finish the comment as a sadness began to war with the anger, cooling things, and making it seem almost wet. "The... the others, they get to rest..." He stated, but there was a small question there, wondering if it was true.