[Alan silently takes in the words that scroll up from the program’s MID. Users. Monsters. But no mention of any casualties among the other programs. He shouldn’t feel relief, not when others have lost their lives, but he does, sharp and rueful. He had been speaking with Tron when the Caducans had broken in. The program is more than capable of taking care of himself, Alan knows, but after hearing something like that, even the most capable might falter.
He refocuses on the next line of text that flashes up, frowning when he reads that not everyone who was killed has come back – “rerezzed,” as Rinzler says. He doesn’t know what separates himself from those people, if there is any reason at all or if it’s simply a matter of dumb luck.]
Who still hasn’t come back? [he asks, a list of possible names already forming in his mind. Death isn’t always permanent here, but that doesn’t mean it never is, and he's come to value many of their crewmates here. If there’s a chance any of them might not be returning, he wants to know.]
no subject
He refocuses on the next line of text that flashes up, frowning when he reads that not everyone who was killed has come back – “rerezzed,” as Rinzler says. He doesn’t know what separates himself from those people, if there is any reason at all or if it’s simply a matter of dumb luck.]
Who still hasn’t come back? [he asks, a list of possible names already forming in his mind. Death isn’t always permanent here, but that doesn’t mean it never is, and he's come to value many of their crewmates here. If there’s a chance any of them might not be returning, he wants to know.]