"Oh..." Donnie isn't quite sure where to go with that one. He's not really familiar with Jedi and their 'baby-snatching' ways to figure this as anything unusual otherwise.

He tilts his head, not really catching that note of sadness, or rather not connecting it as such, but he studies the swirling lines. His arms had hurt bad enough getting burned up as they got eaten by magic that he can't imagine sitting through such sessions for all those tattoos and other markings.

"Yeah, blue's his thing. Like orange is Mikey's, and Raph's is red, and mine is purple."