Duo slipped an arm through the dangling strap of the harness, and anchored himself in place. It wasn't really necessary; the press of gravity against his chest was enough to hold him against the chair. Vibrations hummed through his bones as Deathscythe picked up speed, dropping them off the surface of the planet.
He gasped, held in place by momentum, and watched the blue melt into black, colour bleeding into the nothing of space. Stars flickered in the distance like a beacon.
It was louder than he remembered. A sonic scream muted only slightly by the metal hull surrounding him. It was hard to hear the crackle of Deathscythe's speakers over it, but he locked onto one word.
Home.
It already felt a bit like home.
Hope burned in his chest, choking up the words. "How long?"