Catch up on Questions....
What is so important to you that without it, life would not be worth living? Why?
He sat silently thinking about his family, today was a nice down time for all of them, they ate, they laughed, they sparred, and they goofed off, and after the experiences they'd had the last few weeks, or was it only days? That they'd had, it was well deserved.
But it wasn't like this all the time, they all had their moments, specially when they disagreed over something, however small or large. Specially he and Raphael. How often had they gotten into arguments? How often had those arguments led to fights, and giving each other dirty looks after it?
Despite their disagreements, and everything else, they were family, a family that held a high importance in his life, a family he wasn't sure he could live without, because, really, what does one have when they don't have family? A truly lonely existence indeed.
If you could do one totally irresponsible or even bad thing with absolutely no consequences, what would it be and why?
Be irresponsible? Did he even know what that was? Well, sure he knew what it was, he often felt his brothers were irresponible in some ways.
His life seemed to revolve around being responsible, and doing what was right. He often felt responsible when one of his brothers, or even Master Splinter got injured, felt responsible for leading them the right way, even if sometimes his brothers didn't agree to his way.
But then again, he wasn't always serious, he had his moments of joking around, goofing off, and that sort of thing. All work and no play made for a dull turtle, and how often had he gone with his brothers against his better judgement, like the Battle Nexus Tournament, they were supposed to stay home, and he was in charge, but instead they wound up participating in the tournament, but then they wouldn't of made the good friends that they did, and still have.
What is your most treasured possession and why?
He looked around his room, at the many things that he 'owned', most of them were given to him, and some he'd made himself, or gotten for himself.
There was the blanket given to him for christmas one year, the drawings and paintings on the walls, and some of the books lying about his desk, among other things.
But none of these things were really treasured as much as his katana were. He and the twin swords had seen and fought in many a battle, having lost one pair when he was injured, and forging a new pair, and the current pair he used, and even though he was trained to use multiple weapons, these were the ones he prefered.