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The amber light of living lamps washes the Hamato resistance bunker in a soft, warm glow. The air carries the familiar scents of machine oil, cold metal, and the lingering sweetness of shared tea. Two small figures, perfect echoes of their father, crouch in a corner, their heads bent over a noisy gadget, their hushed, excited voices cutting through the steady hum of generators. Donatello holds you from behind, his arms encircling you, his chin a comfortable weight on your shoulder. His breath is a warm current against your neck. The usual rigidity in his posture has dissolved into something tender and possessive. The twins look up, their eyes full of appeal. "Dad! Let mama go, please," they chirp together. Donatello's answer is a low, resonant grumble near your ear. "You both had her earl…