Dave supported Dove as they moved onto land, weight supported by his metal frame. Monger gave his regards and asked if he was required. Frankly, Dove wanted him to not get in trouble with the authorities, and, well, Monger had served his part. He gave his farewells and had crushed Dove's frame with his wiry arms. An anguished scream convinced him to stop, but the tears were mutual. Dove said his final farewells to him. Dave, carrying the weight of three people moves up the coarse beach slowly.

"It's nice seeing some green for once."

Dove coughed in agreement. "I… like it."

"Yep." Nodded Dave as he inched closer to the loamy soft grass consuming the hill. "I kind of miss this grass. Not that I can touch it."

Penny interrupted the monologue. "Wait, how would you miss the grass if you did not exist until a month ago."

"Oh, right," groaned Dave. "We need to talk, Penny."

"How… come? Wait, how are you so coherent?"

Dave shifted the nearly comatose Dove on his shoulder. "Penny, first off, my name is Dave, and I am a derivative of Dove. And you basically cloned him without our consent."

"What exactly do you mean, Dave."

"I am Dove. Except, apparently not, since you used your aura or semblance or whatever to make me." Balked Dave. "It's sort of confusing and involves you dumping my aura, and infusing it with your own to Frankenstein your buddy here."

Penny paused for a moment. "Frankenstein was the scientist."

"I know, doc." Sneered the robot, the best he could. "And I wonder who made me from a dying guy and brought me to life without his permission."

"Me," quietly stated Penny.

"Exactly." Dave continued up the slope, feet sloshing through the mud. Not having to deal with permafrost was nice.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Frankly, nothing." Grouched Dave. "I sort of like being alive, he's sort of dying and has other priorities to worry about, and you're sort of a box. No offense."

"I am not sure how to respond to that."

"I would like an apology." Stated Dave. "For someone who apologized a lot, you're not very sorry about this."

"I am sorry Dave."

"And?"

"I am sorry Dove."

Dove gurgled in response.

"He accepts your apology," translated Dave. "But doesn't change the fact that we are going to need to spend some time talking through this. You and I really need to talk."

"We are talking now."

"Indeed, I guess we are." Dave grumbled as his foot slipped, forcing him to drop Dove into the grass. "Drat."

With remarkable concern, Penny asked, "Is he alright?"

"What? No. He's dying."

"I meant from the fall."

"Oh, that." Dave hefted Dove back onto his shoulder. "I mean, I don't think it makes a difference at this point. The man's missing toes, been dropped off building sized grimm twice, and has taken multiple trucks to the chest. Not sure if even dropping him off of another cliff would do much else."

"Why would you say that? Should you not have more care for him?"

"He's literally me! Am I not allowed to make jokes about my own wellbeing? Or did you forget that you, quite literally, made me to be his replacement. Or are you just avoiding that fact?" Ranted Dave. Penny remained silent. "Yeah that's what I thought. Speaking of which, what were you even thinking when you coded some of me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know which lines I'm talking about."

"Oh."

"Yeah, those lines."

"Yep."

"Not going to say anything in defense of yourself?"

"I have nothing to say in my defense. It is as it appears. Did it work?"

"I don't know, honestly." Said Dave, "Might be the one protocol that's keeping me from running straight into the ocean."

"Please be joking. Our experiences mean more than that."

"Yeah, his and yours do. I'm just his replacement because you don't want to deal with the fact that he will eventually leave you, so you made a copy which won't ever die on you. A literal backup."

"Are you more upset about the fact I made a back-up, or the fact that you are the back-up?" Asked Penny.

"I don't know anymore." Admitted Dave. "Frankly, I think you've put a lot of strain on the relationship by doing that. But…."

"It is not irreparable."

"Pretty much. Just is going to take time."

"And that is the one thing we have, is it not?"

"Yeah. And-"

"And each other." Interrupted Penny.

"And the jury is still out on that one."

"Please do not leave me. I apologize. I am sorry."

"Was going to say, 'and a dying original', but screw it, forgot the punchline."

"I still do not fully understand how you are able to make these kinds of jokes at this time."

"I'm literally going to be attending my own funeral, what is there not to joke about?"