That seems to be the million dollar question. Donnie follows behind Red Hood and would have preferred the silence. Feelings are the last thing he ever wants to talk about on any given day, more so these recent times.

"I don't know," he says, and not completely in dismissal. It isn't that same blankness from when Leo was gone. He's just not sure what he should be feeling, and everything's just bleeding into each other at this point, none of it positive. Even the dull ache in his arm's meshed into everything else. "Tired."