Dick tensed slightly at the robot's offer. He still didn't entirely trust AIs, and now this one wanted to take Duo into space? Was he the only one who thought this was a remarkably bad idea?
...probably.
He settled a careful hand on one of Duo's narrow shoulders, feeling the press of collarbones under the thin material of the too-big shirt, even through the heavy Waynetech Kevlar of his gloves.
Ash drifted in the wind, swirls and eddies of it curling above the pyre. It burned swiftly; there hadn't been much left of the other pilot.
He wanted to ask Duo how much he trusted Deathscythe. It wasn't the smartest idea with Deathscythe right there, though, looming like a mobile part of the mountain. He'd wait, and see how it played out.