Duo wasn't focused on the meat puppet comment so much as he was on the first fifty thousand years.
Fifty. Thousand.
"I need to sit," he said vaguely, and did so. It was more of a drop really.
Sentience.
Deathscythe was alive.
Lightning, thought Duo vaguely, there should be lightning. And I need to laugh manically.
Or possibly throw up. Both were good.
"People," he said tightly, "They're people, not meat puppets. Where the hell did you learn that? Fucks sake. People are important." Breathe. He pointed at his... teammates without looking up, "Dick Greyson. Kisame don't-know-his-last-name. Also, blue, if you want. The cat is Absinthe."
And it knew his name. It seemed like forever since someone had called him 02. It'd only been a week.