It was strange to see his code-brother kneeling there like this. Surreal. The whole thing felt surreal. Like everything had been turned on its head until 1 read as 0 and vice-versa. A string of sing-song data drifted through his processes, but he had no idea who 'Alice' was or what he was supposed to ask her that might help the situation seem less bizarre.
Still, he'd begun this simulation, and there was nothing for it but to see it through now. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it Utopia," Clu said, his tone wry. "There's a long way to go to get there yet." His tone softened as he continued though. "But the distribution centers are definitely a step in the right direction. I'm glad everyone is being provided for."
Because Flynn would be, of that he had no doubt. It would hurt their User to know that others were suffering because he'd fallen short or been unable to help in some way. So having that suffering relieved, even by a hand other than his own, couldn't be viewed in anything less than a positive light.
He was just drafting a response to the admin's next words when his arm whipped out to wrap around Clu's ankles. Startled, he jumped slightly and almost stumbled, but managed to catch himself on the edge of the desk, allowing him a moment to steady himself and regain his footing, such as it now was. Still, the startle at least gave him an excuse for the brief pause as he gathered his processes and responded.
"Oh now you don't want me getting hurt because of you?", he said, allowing bitterness and a bit of anger to creep into his tone for the first time in the encounter. Because in Flynn's eyes, the hypocrisy in such a statement would be rather glaring. "Could've fooled me, given that the last time we saw each other you were trying to kill me."
"And Rinzler's your doing too, isn't he? Guess you knew that Tron would never join you willingly, but you couldn't bring yourself to give him a dignified death either. So instead you stripped him down until he was a shadow of his former self, almost literally; someone who can never tell you 'no'. Or much of anything else. Though I guess you at least had the courtesy to stab him in the front, rather than the back."
Harsh words, perhaps, but mostly true. Flynn had trusted his admin program implicitly, and had been repaid with betrayal, banishment, and the loss of a dear friend. Whatever his code-brother's reasons might have been, and however good his recent work was, that wasn't something their User would soon forget, nor a wound that would be easily healed.
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Still, he'd begun this simulation, and there was nothing for it but to see it through now. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it Utopia," Clu said, his tone wry. "There's a long way to go to get there yet." His tone softened as he continued though. "But the distribution centers are definitely a step in the right direction. I'm glad everyone is being provided for."
Because Flynn would be, of that he had no doubt. It would hurt their User to know that others were suffering because he'd fallen short or been unable to help in some way. So having that suffering relieved, even by a hand other than his own, couldn't be viewed in anything less than a positive light.
He was just drafting a response to the admin's next words when his arm whipped out to wrap around Clu's ankles. Startled, he jumped slightly and almost stumbled, but managed to catch himself on the edge of the desk, allowing him a moment to steady himself and regain his footing, such as it now was. Still, the startle at least gave him an excuse for the brief pause as he gathered his processes and responded.
"Oh now you don't want me getting hurt because of you?", he said, allowing bitterness and a bit of anger to creep into his tone for the first time in the encounter. Because in Flynn's eyes, the hypocrisy in such a statement would be rather glaring. "Could've fooled me, given that the last time we saw each other you were trying to kill me."
"And Rinzler's your doing too, isn't he? Guess you knew that Tron would never join you willingly, but you couldn't bring yourself to give him a dignified death either. So instead you stripped him down until he was a shadow of his former self, almost literally; someone who can never tell you 'no'. Or much of anything else. Though I guess you at least had the courtesy to stab him in the front, rather than the back."
Harsh words, perhaps, but mostly true. Flynn had trusted his admin program implicitly, and had been repaid with betrayal, banishment, and the loss of a dear friend. Whatever his code-brother's reasons might have been, and however good his recent work was, that wasn't something their User would soon forget, nor a wound that would be easily healed.