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30/7/14 20:40The landing wasn't very graceful, but it wasn't bad for what was maybe Quorra's fourth time flying. Or maybe it had been smooth and Flynn was just shaking too hard, the bright flash of Rinzler-- of Tron-- flinging himself into Clu's lightjet still replaying vividly whenever he chanced to close his eyes.
He'd known it when they took the lightflyer, but damn. He couldn't go. Not like this.
"Sam."
The kids both paused, Sam looking harried and lost as he had for more of his visit here.
"C'mere," Flynn said, trying for reassuring and figuring he failed with the look his son was giving him. His son... he could see so much of Jordan in that uncertain look that he almost couldn't do it.
"What, Dad? Something happen? We're almost out, we can outrun--"
"No. Sam," Flynn said, taking a deep, settling breath. He had to do this. "I want you to take Quorra and go ahead."
"Dad, don't be stupid. Clu's got to be right on our asses. I don't think he'd have crashed that easily."
"Yeah, and that's part of why I have to stay. Can't leave Quorra on her own here, right?" Flynn said, touching Sam's shoulder as he turned away in denial. "Look, you said it yourself, huh? A couple keystrokes out there and this all goes away. I can handle things 'til then.
"It's been twenty years. A few minutes.. hell, a few days won't make that much difference." And that was part of it too, because really what the hell would he do out there? Well, aside from find the nearest total dive and eat the biggest cheeseburger on the menu because sometimes he had daydreams about that.. but coming down to brass tacks, the world had moved on, and Flynn hadn't been there for the ride. A few cycles wouldn't change that.
"Dad. No. Come on," Sam said, mulish, but already Flynn could feel a familiar pull, and he pushed his son away.
"Get the two of you out. Work your magic-- I know you can. I believe in you," he said, and it was more than a little relief when Quorra tentatively snagged Sam's arm, her own sharp [Confirm?] wicking across the ether.
[Y] he sent her, and she nodded.
He followed them as far as the Portal aperture, the nexus where the system strained the hardest. He really needed to do something about that, smooth it out so his baby wasn't running so hard whenever the laser was on.. something to do while he waited, maybe. If there was time.
"Flynn!"
Clu.
Flynn turned his back on the pair climbing into the beam, tucking his hands into his sleeves as Clu approached. Gold lights were almost drowned by the brightness of the Portal, but it wasn't enough to hide the edge of madness in that look.
"Why, Flynn?" Clu said, Sam and Quorra temporarily forgotten. "I did everything for you! I created the perfect system!"
"No, Clu," Flynn said, and he could feel the cycles pressing on him, their weight almost crushing, because after all this time Clu still looked exactly like he had in that backchannel. Still looking like a thwarted child.
"You have no right--"
"No, Clu," he said again, taking a small step forward, closing the gap. "You did what you did for yourself. There was no way you could have understood what I meant when I asked you for a perfect system.. I didn't understand it myself, but this? You chose this."
"You set my directive!" Clu shouted, that stubborn, thwarted look transfiguring him into something almost alien.. except how many times had Flynn seen the same look in the mirror? "You broke your promise!"
"Yes. Yes I did," Flynn said, calm descending on him. The laser was cycling up, but he could hear, faintly, Sam's murmured denial. "I've put off doing this for a long time. Too long."
Clu caught on-- but then he was always almost frighteningly bright. The administrator pushed Flynn aside, dashing for the beam. Flynn let him, catching himself on his knees, palms down. The Grid opened for him as it always did, the sequence he had once coded like an afterthought booting up.
"I'm sorry, Sam," Flynn murmured, the [execute] entered with a thought.
Clu struggled against the howling wind that gripped the Portal, the tug that began to draw them closer, like gravity, inescapable. He kept his eyes on the beam-- he was going to get more than he wanted of Clu in a moment. The Portal completed cycling, the light growing blinding just as something heavy and hot and incandescent with fury/fear/longing crashed into him.
And the lights all went out.
He'd known it when they took the lightflyer, but damn. He couldn't go. Not like this.
"Sam."
The kids both paused, Sam looking harried and lost as he had for more of his visit here.
"C'mere," Flynn said, trying for reassuring and figuring he failed with the look his son was giving him. His son... he could see so much of Jordan in that uncertain look that he almost couldn't do it.
"What, Dad? Something happen? We're almost out, we can outrun--"
"No. Sam," Flynn said, taking a deep, settling breath. He had to do this. "I want you to take Quorra and go ahead."
"Dad, don't be stupid. Clu's got to be right on our asses. I don't think he'd have crashed that easily."
"Yeah, and that's part of why I have to stay. Can't leave Quorra on her own here, right?" Flynn said, touching Sam's shoulder as he turned away in denial. "Look, you said it yourself, huh? A couple keystrokes out there and this all goes away. I can handle things 'til then.
"It's been twenty years. A few minutes.. hell, a few days won't make that much difference." And that was part of it too, because really what the hell would he do out there? Well, aside from find the nearest total dive and eat the biggest cheeseburger on the menu because sometimes he had daydreams about that.. but coming down to brass tacks, the world had moved on, and Flynn hadn't been there for the ride. A few cycles wouldn't change that.
"Dad. No. Come on," Sam said, mulish, but already Flynn could feel a familiar pull, and he pushed his son away.
"Get the two of you out. Work your magic-- I know you can. I believe in you," he said, and it was more than a little relief when Quorra tentatively snagged Sam's arm, her own sharp [Confirm?] wicking across the ether.
[Y] he sent her, and she nodded.
He followed them as far as the Portal aperture, the nexus where the system strained the hardest. He really needed to do something about that, smooth it out so his baby wasn't running so hard whenever the laser was on.. something to do while he waited, maybe. If there was time.
"Flynn!"
Clu.
Flynn turned his back on the pair climbing into the beam, tucking his hands into his sleeves as Clu approached. Gold lights were almost drowned by the brightness of the Portal, but it wasn't enough to hide the edge of madness in that look.
"Why, Flynn?" Clu said, Sam and Quorra temporarily forgotten. "I did everything for you! I created the perfect system!"
"No, Clu," Flynn said, and he could feel the cycles pressing on him, their weight almost crushing, because after all this time Clu still looked exactly like he had in that backchannel. Still looking like a thwarted child.
"You have no right--"
"No, Clu," he said again, taking a small step forward, closing the gap. "You did what you did for yourself. There was no way you could have understood what I meant when I asked you for a perfect system.. I didn't understand it myself, but this? You chose this."
"You set my directive!" Clu shouted, that stubborn, thwarted look transfiguring him into something almost alien.. except how many times had Flynn seen the same look in the mirror? "You broke your promise!"
"Yes. Yes I did," Flynn said, calm descending on him. The laser was cycling up, but he could hear, faintly, Sam's murmured denial. "I've put off doing this for a long time. Too long."
Clu caught on-- but then he was always almost frighteningly bright. The administrator pushed Flynn aside, dashing for the beam. Flynn let him, catching himself on his knees, palms down. The Grid opened for him as it always did, the sequence he had once coded like an afterthought booting up.
"I'm sorry, Sam," Flynn murmured, the [execute] entered with a thought.
Clu struggled against the howling wind that gripped the Portal, the tug that began to draw them closer, like gravity, inescapable. He kept his eyes on the beam-- he was going to get more than he wanted of Clu in a moment. The Portal completed cycling, the light growing blinding just as something heavy and hot and incandescent with fury/fear/longing crashed into him.
And the lights all went out.