“In Heero’s time we apparently have!” And he’s still very unsure of how the hell anyone talked him in to it. His plan had been to store Deathscythe with the Sweepers for the indefinite future, as it kept the Gundam constantly moving and, therefore, “hidden” in some fashion.

Hidden until they inevitably need it again, because he isn’t stupid enough to think that war could truly be over forever by any stretch of the word.

Thankfully they’re in this labyrinthine place, lest Duo already be on some stomping fit to leave. Even if he did make it past Quatre he’d have to stay ahead of him winding his way out of there, and frankly the thought alone is tiring. Instead he pinches the bridge of his own nose and wills himself to have a little bit of patience.. already a stretch to say the least.

“If you know it’s a dumb idea I don’t understand why it’s even still on the table.”