[The last person - program, that is - that Flynn ever expected to see was Tron. Not after what had happened... but yet, here he was. ... in some fashion, that was, as this was the Tron he remembered from Encom, the Tron he'd fought alongside against the MCP. This wasn't the Tron that he'd brought over to the Grid... how could it be?
It didn't matter, though. Guilt was heavy on his heart, but at the same time he couldn't help but be elated at his good friend being there. Perhaps, perhaps he could set his spirit at ease...
Slowly he rose, stretching his legs a little. Some days that movement didn't come quite as readily as it used to, but that wasn't going to slow him down now. He strode quickly over to the befuddled program - there was far more to take in here than anything in either of the systems - and rested a hand reassuringly on his shoulder.
Just like old times. It was hard to not get a little teary-eyed at that.]
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It didn't matter, though. Guilt was heavy on his heart, but at the same time he couldn't help but be elated at his good friend being there. Perhaps, perhaps he could set his spirit at ease...
Slowly he rose, stretching his legs a little. Some days that movement didn't come quite as readily as it used to, but that wasn't going to slow him down now. He strode quickly over to the befuddled program - there was far more to take in here than anything in either of the systems - and rested a hand reassuringly on his shoulder.
Just like old times. It was hard to not get a little teary-eyed at that.]
It sure is, buddy. Glad you could make it...