Duster lifted a fist and held it at chest level, staring at the floor. He had to help with anything he could offer, but knowledge to use advanced technology that could save them all? Duster understood fighting and music, but he didn't have much experience when it came to learning. He knew, his friends reminded him that he was better than he thought he was, but the hesitation remained.

"...I don't know if I'll understand, but I want to help. In case anything happens...I should be there."

He could hold some of the lifesaving wisdom. Even as a container, he can use it.