Dick stepped forward, between where Duo and the robot stood. When he spoke it was quietly, keeping his voice pitched low--though he had no doubts that the robot could hear him anyway. "Are you sure about this? You can't... space isn't exactly... You can't leave if something goes wrong."
And this might have been Deathscythe, but it wasn't the Deathscythe Duo had known. Who knew what happened to an AI in thousands of years of loneliness?