You get 100 words, because feels.
Up ahead, Alan-One paused, allowing the programs a moment to themselves. Beck, leaning in so the User wouldn’t hear, whispered, “Are you afraid?”
Tron snorted. “No peripherals, no pingbacks — no discs? Blood running through me instead of power? My User’s there in front of us. You bet I’m afraid. But here’s the thing, Beck.”
He smiled, the expression pulling at the scarred skin on his cheek.
"We don’t let that stop us."
Beck let out a relieved breath, tension flowing out of him, just as Tron had intended.
Then, side by side, they walked through the Arcade door.
Awwww… this makes me incredible happy!!!
Thank you!!! Thank you!!! Thank you!!!!