[ Why ask him what he thinks? Tidus frowns, a small grunt of a noise leaving his throat, and he goes over to the robot that once had so much to live for. Puts his hands on the whole thing...

and makes it poof!, in a glitter of disappearing gold. ] Let's just take the whole thing to Senku. If it's useless, we'll throw it in the trash. Easy! I'm not gonna guess what's good.

[ But, he should probably ask- ] I don't need to be thinking of every single heap of junk metal I arms band to bring it out, right? I can just tip it out at once.