[ To his credit, Heero allows himself to be nudged out of the cockpit. He'd already come to terms with the fact that Deathscythe wasn't going to be his complimentary joyride the moment he'd heard Duo's approach, so he lingers to the side without protest, leaned onto the armrest.
He doesn't expect Duo will do anything better, but individual pilots do know intimately the idiosyncrasies of their own suits. With as many different machines as Heero has piloted into life-or-death situations, he's come to know that well. ]
I don't understand. You, Quatre, and Trowa agreed to destroy your suits.
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He doesn't expect Duo will do anything better, but individual pilots do know intimately the idiosyncrasies of their own suits. With as many different machines as Heero has piloted into life-or-death situations, he's come to know that well. ]
I don't understand. You, Quatre, and Trowa agreed to destroy your suits.