The lag that draws out in response is palpably uncertain. Resting is exactly what Rinzler has been trying to avoid since they crashed. As long as he can keep busy, as long as he can find a task, he doesn't have to process the failures.
The system he'd decided to safeguard is dead. Crew is a nonapplicable value, and where that leaves all of them, he doesn't want to consider. Yori might still come and talk and want to sit together, but that, too, feels like just a new deception. She's looking for Tron. Waiting for him to remember.
But he does, and he knows, and he isn't rolling back.
Fingers hover over the keys, patterns of excuses mapping out without quite coming to expression. He's been out of tasks for a while, and rejecting Yori without offering a reason feels too cowardly to be permitted. He lags just long enough for the holographic display to fade, and Rinzler stares down at the blank space before nodding once, and stepping aside. There's a rocky outcropping just a few paces away at about the right height.
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The system he'd decided to safeguard is dead. Crew is a nonapplicable value, and where that leaves all of them, he doesn't want to consider. Yori might still come and talk and want to sit together, but that, too, feels like just a new deception. She's looking for Tron. Waiting for him to remember.
But he does, and he knows, and he isn't rolling back.
Fingers hover over the keys, patterns of excuses mapping out without quite coming to expression. He's been out of tasks for a while, and rejecting Yori without offering a reason feels too cowardly to be permitted. He lags just long enough for the holographic display to fade, and Rinzler stares down at the blank space before nodding once, and stepping aside. There's a rocky outcropping just a few paces away at about the right height.