Duo dropped his shoulder, letting Dick's hand slide off. He looked away from the fire busy burning itself out, up to the robot that was his. Sort of.
If Deathscythe could get into space, what else could he do?
Duo glanced back at the remains of himself, dusting in the wind, and decided to focus on one thing at a time. Ash in space--that's what he would've wanted. What he did want. He nodded once. "No service." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just the ashes. I'll go with you."