Jack Kline: When it was gone, how did you... how'd you feel?

Donatello Redfield: Like... the galaxy. You know, Jack, our galaxy's all bright and shiny and spinny, but in its center lies this very large black hole. It's the same with me. I'm all bright and shiny, obviously... Not so much spinny. But inside? Empty.

Jack Kline: So you feel bad?

Donatello Redfield: I feel... nothing. Losing your soul doesn't make you bad. It doesn't make you anything. It's, um... an absence of... of pity, of empathy... of humanity. How do you feel, Jack?

Jack Kline: I don't know. I know I don't feel...nothing, but I don't feel the same, either. And maybe I just don't know what nothing feels like.