Before we what? [ Duo casts one of those easy, toothy smiles Wufei's way - that kind of shit-eating smile that says he knew what the hell the other pilot wanted to say, but wants to hear it come out of his mouth instead of filling it in.

Somehow he's surprised as Wufei's face morphs into something else, a small frown crossing his face before it melts back into determined lines. ]

I don't buy that total peace forever bullshit, Wufei. Fuck that. If they give us the tools to destroy them, I say we take the opportunity for the fact that they took us, too.

[ And Duo can't stomach having to blow up Deathscythe again, not by the way he's nearly flying in to the hangar as they reach it, his momentum making it hard to stop. Two, three steps happen before Duo comes to rest, shifting to a wider stance as his turns his head to look up.

Above him stands the folded black wings of Deathscythe Hell, its serious face staring straight out, vaguely demonic as it is. Next to it stands Wing Zero with those white chrome wings, and to the other side, Altron. For a moment Duo is inscrutable, though the way he swallows hard explains for him what he's holding back on without all the actual, outward fuss, and Duo releases a long breath out he didn't know he'd been holding. ]

No. That's it, Wufei. That's Deathscythe.