Can't say I expected this chapter to be so long but that can happen I suppose when you skip out on days of writing and feel the need to catch up. You start writing and then you get carried away and can't stop writing. Because of that, this isn't even the end of Tron's world. It's that long. Fancy that. Anyway, I'll just let you get right to the chapter and expect the next one quite quickly since it will certainly be a lot shorter.
Chapter 52
Hybrid
"Er, Tron?"
"Yes?"
"It looks just like any other place we've been. How do you know it's the one?"
Sora was question was a legitimate one. Of all the cliffs they had encountered on their way, this one had no definable characteristic whatsoever to cause it to stand out as superior or unique. Even with his limited knowledge of geography—because he had wasted no time in falling straight asleep in that class—there was no way he could imagine that any level of geography would be able to help him here. He looked at Luna, wondering if she was luckier in this regard. Luna gave him a baffled look in response that spelled out "Don't look at me!"
"It's this warm feeling in my chest. I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but it feels… familiar somehow. Does that make sense?" Tron tried to put across.
"Yeah, like my mom's home cooking or the feeling you get at Christmas. It's coming from the heart," Luna said, seeming to understand Tron's position much better now.
"Er, yes… something like that, maybe?" Tron scratched his temple in confusion before walking to the brink of the cliff. Sora and Luna followed his lead and their mouths fell agape at what they saw there.
A dazzling display lit up the water below them like fireworks. A gargling whirlpool, something usually considered disastrous, was met in stark contrast with bright sparks popping and flaying from side to side in tandem with the current. It was like a magic cauldron out of a fairy tale, churning and spitting yet illuminated with lights akin to fireflies. Sora's eyes wandered downwards where tiny lizards were waddling past his feet and down the cliff path to a beach directly below them.
"Sora, if I ever forget this moment, feel free to flick my forehead again," Luna said breathlessly.
"Right back here," Sora agreed. This time there was not motion sensor nearby but they still dared not move even a muscle. They didn't know what they were looking at and yet for some reason it still felt warm and familiar to them.
"Tron, what is it?" Luna eventually asked.
"No idea, I've never seen anything like it before. Hm?" Tron raised a questioning hum and looked downwards to his chest before turning to show Sora and Luna. For the second time in a minute, they were surprised at the bright shining light protruding from Tron's chest.
"Well that's certainly not something you see every day," Sora stated slowly. "You think that it's okay to touch it?"
"Well it has to be connected to this place somehow, right? Otherwise why would it reveal itself now of all times and places?" Luna said though it seemed that she didn't have too much faith in her own words before she took a few steps back and grabbed Sora's sleeve just as Tron made to reach for the light.
"Well, like you users say—if we don't take risks, where would we be right now," Tron said. Sora wanted to object to this because touching things that he had no idea what they were for usually hadn't boded well for him in the past, but it was too late. The light from Tron's chest had now transitioned into a ball of light in Tron's hand. He rolled the ball from hand to hand before allowing it to finally settle in his left hand, and using his right hand, retrieved his identity disk from his back before merging the ball with some effort into the disk itself. The black and blue disk glowed briefly for a moment as if registering the light's presence before the whole disc illuminated with a bright light.
"Okay, now you're just showing off!" Sora accused with a big grin.
"That may very well be, but then who taught me about the joys of showing off?" Tron shot back.
"Ooh, got me there." Sora feigned a painful wince before looking back at the whirlpool. "So I'm guessing that light has something to do with that?"
"I think so. If we throw my disk into that, I think something will happen. We need to get in closer," Tron told them. They only needed to make their way down the cliff and from there Tron would be able to throw the disc in and something… well, magical, Sora hoped, would happen.
That's what should have happened.
The first step Sora took was also the last that he knew off before he fell unconscious. A sharp electric surge ran down his body, seeming to cut off any of his motor functions. As with a stiff object, he was sent plummeting straight to the ground. From somewhere above him he could hear Luna and Tron's voice calling out to him but surely they didn't have any time left either. With an unexpected amount of energy he managed to keep his fluttering eyes open and turned his heavy head to Luna.
"Run!" Is what he wished to say, but the words would not come out of his mouth, and it would have been too late anyway even if he had said them. Luna fell to ground and a thud, muffled though it may have sounded, told him Tron had shortly followed suit. Before he could turn his head to see from where their attacker came from, the sudden burst of energy he had managed to gain had slipped away.
Luna woke up to feeling a stinging pain in the back of her neck. She sluggishly sat up and rubbed the back of her neck slowly while looking around. There wasn't exactly much to see. She was in a small prison cell that made an admittedly rather attractive nose when she stood up and tapped her foot against the ground.
She made for the door and noticed something incredibly wrong. She grabbed at the bars and shook with all her might, hoping that perhaps one of the bars were loose enough that she would be able to pop it out.
This can't be right. Why am I back in Alexander?
Luna finally surrendered and backed away from the door before running up to it again and yelling at the top of her lungs for Sora and Tron. She knew exactly where she was and it was pretty much impossible for her to be here. The hallway that she had just looked down through the barred doors couldn't belong to anywhere else but the basement level of the Turm des Himmels.
"Someone? Anyone? Where are you? Please, help me!" Luna cried out but her screaming seemed all for nought. She pressed her head against the cold metal bars and closed her eyes, half in fatigue and half in defeat.
"So only now do you fully understand the truth?"
Luna shot up attentively at the sound of her saviour and then quickly recoiled in horror and found herself backed against the far wall of the room. Never had she found hope so quickly and lost it at the same speed. She was definitely in a nightmare—there was no other explanation for why Abraxas was standing in front of her once again.
"This isn't real. This isn't real. This is a dream," Luna repeated, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.
"Now that isn't very nice, is it? Here I am, glad to see you again after so long and you shut me out. I think I might cry," Abraxas said.
"Shut up and leave me alone! You're not real. You're dead!" Luna shouted angrily with her eyes open again. She summoned Dream Seeker and pointed it at him.
"Not inside you I'm not. As long as you remember me, I'm very much alive. I am the progenitor of your suffering after all and if there's no suffering, there's no room for you to grow either. And about this being a dream—are you sure it's not the other way around? Have you ever considered that you never escaped from this place? That you've made this entire journey up in your head?"
"That's absurd. I almost feel like I'm insulting myself by listening to this," Luna muttered.
"It is, isn't it? But you've never really been the one for normality, have you? Tell you what, since you've been a good little Chimera I'll let you out and you can have a look at how your other friends are doing."
As if on cue, the door swung inward with such force that it slammed into the wall and sent Luna jumping into the air. She carefully made her way out of the room, meanwhile keeping both eyes on Abraxas and gripping her Keyblade tightly. Even if she still believed this to be a dream, it was certainly a strange one, so much so that it actually felt real.
She mentally slapped this thought from her head. Don't be silly, Luna. You're still dreaming. You'll wake up soon for sure!
"Do have a look for yourself. I'm sure you can… relate," Abraxas said pointing to the door opposite her own cell. Rather than following his orders and walking up to the door however, Luna remained in the same spot with her eyes still on her enemy. Abraxas rolled his eyes and nodded his head back and forth in a way that reminded her of the cursive writing she had been forced to do in school. "This dream of yours will not progress if you just stand there, you know?"
Seeing some truth in this claim, Luna took her time and walked over to the door before peering through the bars. Piercing yellow eyes stared back at her, cold yet fierce. Behind them lay such anger that Luna felt that she could not stay looking at them for long. Aside from its eyes, the heaving gray lump of mass and its duel horns, one shorter than the other above its sealed lip. Here lay the very effigy of her fears. The monster in the closet that she had tried to keep locked up in part by sacrificing her own memories. Now that her memories were back, it was no wonder why it had returned.
"Beautiful, isn't it? And yet it longs for freedom, just like you once did. I've never really been a fan of zoos, too miserable. What do you say we let it out?"
"No. Abraxas, please don't-"
"Begging now are you? That's new. Don't worry, I'll give you a headstart of five seconds," Abraxas said with his eyes hungrily anticipating what was to come. If this really were a dream, then Luna had no control over the events that were about to happen. She would take dreaming about ponies or something equally as arbitrary right about now over this.
Luna wasted no time in pushing past Abraxas and making her way down the hallway.
This place being important to her, she felt it unfortunate that she remembered the place so well. The air on the basement level was different from the normal air of the outside. It had probably been kept intentionally chilly and filtered so as to preserve the experiments that had taken place here. While she couldn't say what the building had been for before Abraxas had infiltrated it, it couldn't have been any different if the actual floor didn't exist on the building's schematics in the first place.
The sound of a heavy breathing and snarling came from behind her. It had been released. She didn't look back to see where it was, the only thing she could do now was keep running. She pulled herself up the stairs using the railing and soon enough the heavy breathing she was hearing became her own. Surely though there was no way her Chimera would be able to get up those stairs… surely…
Luna finally reached the top and barged through the double doors to find herself in yet another familiar place, not Alexander but one of the first worlds she had ever been to.
"No, no, no! Why is this happening? This is a really cruddy dream!" Luna shouted. She turned around—a big mistake! The Chimera wasted no time in charging for her, its heavy feet shaking the ground like a set of mini earthquakes. Luna whipped out her Keyblade quickly and fired off three Thundaga shots before breaking off into a run in the opposite direction. She didn't even stop to look to check whether her magic had made any sort of impact. Her ears were good enough. They hadn't.
Luna kept running down each twist and turn of the Wonderland maze. It was mirror to mirror of what had happened last time, her running from the Bandersnatch and now it was a rhinoceros. Luna turned another corner only to meet a dead end. A dead end and potentially a dead Luna to go along with it.
But she wasn't ready to give up hope yet.
If this dream of hers was this indulgent in nostalgia, then Sora would probably swoop in on a Jabberwocky any moment now and save her from the rhino's clutches. Now that she thought about it, she had never died in a dream before. Most of her dreams kind of just ended, or were left hanging like an unfinished sentence. She wondered if it were possible, though preferably she would never want to find out.
Luna sat down and crawled up into a ball, deciding to practice her breathing. That was what Master Neuge would recommend in this given situation. She counted in her head breathing both in and out in increments of five seconds.
Come on girl, you have nothing to fear but fear itself… well, that and a rhino that might eat you. Not helping here, stupid!
Luna's inward attempt at humor did not do well to deceive the fear in her heart and soon she found herself thinking of her parents again. How she wished they could be beside her once more so she could feel their warmth and have her mother soothe softly into her ear her favorite lullaby even if she were getting a little old to be having her mother do that, as Astra would say.
That hadn't exactly been one of the easiest things to confide in with her best friend, who rather than choosing to rely on her abusive father had instead been made to grow up faster than most children her age. In the time they had become friends, it was easy to see how pampered and childish Luna was in comparison to her friend. Astra had even designated herself as an adult on more than a few occasions and Luna had certainly had no qualms in playing the role of the little kid and seeking comfort in Astra. To be fair though, the more Astra and Luna grew closer, the more Astra seemed to open up and act like less of an adult to the point where it seemed they were finally on equal footing. Luna remembered the exact day when Astra had told her that Luna had given her the childhood she had never had. It had been on Luna's fourteenth birthday.
Birthday…
That was right! Her sixteenth birthday was coming up in just a week. It would be strange having a birthday without Astra or her parents or even Aunt Kit around. Aunt Kit would always come around with this wonderful cake and other pastries that she had baked herself. They would all gather around the table and watch as she blew out the candles before she was given her presents. Last year from her mom and dad, she had gotten one of those beautiful "psychedelic" lava lamps that she had been marvelling about for quite a while. Aunt Kit, on the other hand, went with something more traditional—a book on cooking recipes that she had admittedly not gotten that far into. Now that she thought about it, when she next went to Alexander she would have to take it along with her.
The final present, which came from Astra, was not a physical object. Astra had never really been good with gifts and her own sort of punkish style didn't really compliment Luna's own. With that in mind, Astra had instead decided to take her ice skating near the palace. After all the tension that had risen between them over Luna's wishes to see the stars and Astra's backtracking, asking Luna to start living in reality, it was a much needed break. That night, neither of them said anything about any of that. All they did was skate and dance underneath the stars. She wondered how her birthday would turn out this time—if she even managed to get out alive.
It was during this train of thought that had diverged completely off track that Luna realized something. Surely she shouldn't be thinking this much in a dream. At least that wasn't how it usually went. Was it possible then that she truly wasn't dreaming? But then that didn't explain Abraxas or being in Alexander or Wonderland either. So she was dreaming but… not dreaming?
She could hear the bringer of her death drawing closer and closer, its ragged breathing within short distance and what sounded like chains being dragged along the floor as it search for its prey. Luna looked down at Dream Seeker and stroked the blade gently with her index and middle finger.
"I know you probably weren't listening all those other times, but I really do need your help now," Luna whispered to it. The Keyblade lit up in a display of brilliant golden for a brief second before diminishing, much to Luna's surprise. Even though nothing followed, it was enough to tell her that her Keyblade was in sync with her own heart. It was probably feeling the same emotions she was and knowing that she had a companion willing to listen, even if just an inanimate object, made all the difference in the world. At least she wasn't alone.
Luna helped herself off the ground and kept her Keyblade pointed forward. She wasn't exactly ready for what was about to come but moping about it certainly wasn't going to do her any good either. She admired the weight in her hand as she waited. The Keyblade had never felt this weightless to her before, like it was an extension of her arm.
Finally the rhino arrived in front of her. Immediately she flung magic after magic at the creature, all of which seemed to ricochet off its body. Despite all this, she kept going with the thought in mind that the creature must have some sort of weak point. If there was one however, she never got the chance to hit it. The rhino charged at her and she had no choice but to shield her body with both arms no matter useless the action may have been.
"Still don't think you need my help?"
The soft voice quite literally emerged out of her chest. It was the girl that she had first met in a white room and then back in the factory, the one who looked like a younger version of her. The young Luna held up her arm and a bright light overtook Luna's vision. When she could finally see once more, she was no longer in Wonderland or even Alexander. It was electronic-y vibe that told her she was back in The Grid.
Sora lay on the floor of his confined cell staring up at the ceiling and silently cursing his own incompetence. Had he been just a little bit more perceptive and watchful, he, Luna and Tron wouldn't be in this situation right now. Of course, he realized that there was probably nothing he could have done anyway but it in his mind he had already filed this under a series of failures that could have been successes if he had only done this or that. It was a negative mentality that had started with Auron, Ansem and Yeul and had been exacerbated by what he had done in Ratigan's lair.
It felt horrible to blame himself for things out of control and he could feel all the sadness that had built up trying to eat away at anything positive. He couldn't bear to live like this anymore. He couldn't bear to pour his heart out and burden people with his silly problems for that matter. He needed to move on and fast or else he would cease to be the person Tron once knew, or that anyone of his friends knew for that matter.
Footsteps stopped outside of his cell and he sat up to see an unexpected sight.
"Luna? How did you get out?"
"I… I'm not sure. Why are you in a cell?"
Sora blinked in confusion. "You weren't?"
"Was I? I don't… know. I actually don't know what just happened," Luna then proceeded to tell Sora about her little adventure of which she wasn't even sure was real or not. "Did any of that make sense? Please tell me you believe me."
"That sounds completely crazy. I mean, Abraxas? It must have been a hallucination or something. But you did get out somehow." Sora seemed to be commenting on Luna's strange predicament as he recited her story in his head.
"Sora, how can I be hallucinating? Why am I hallucinating? I feel like I'm going crazy!" Luna pressed her head against the door and closed her eyes, her way of holding back the tears. "I don't want these dreams or whatever they are. I don't want Abraxas in my head. I don't want to see that Heartless ever again."
Seeing Luna try to hold in everything like that just for sake of appearing strong for him made him forget all the self-deprecation he had thrown at himself since he had woken up.
"Luna-"
"Don't worry about it, really. I'm sure I'm just acting silly right now," Luna said with what seemed to be a completely different personality than just a few seconds ago. She said that she would gladly share the pain with Sora back on the Gummi Ship, but if the result was that they would be both unhappy then Sora would prefer to eliminate the direct source of the pain so that neither of them could feel it. In his mind, he was already scheming bigger things, things that were bigger than any of them. She checked the door quickly and nodded to herself before summoning her Keyblade. "Now let's see if we can unlock this…"
"You can try but I already used my Keyblade and it didn't wo- hey, it worked," Sora said with a wry smile and nod. "Probably only works from the outside then? Still doesn't explain how you got out though."
"That doesn't really matter. Right now we need to find Tron and then put a stop to this," Luna said. Sora wasn't really sure if he could classify hallucinating as not being important, but he ignored this for now and headed out with Luna.
Their footsteps rang out like the sound of a drum being pounded but they paid no mind to it. They intended to cause as much ruckus as possible. The virus programs guarded the hallways of the building but they rushed and sliced through each one. Sora slid underneath one of the viruses and used the teeth of the Kingdom Key to hook onto them and flip them over before continuing past. One of the programs pulled out an identity disk and attempted to throw it at Sora only to be disarmed by Luna's strike raid. As she moved closer in, the program made to roundhouse kick her but she stayed low and swiped one of the light grenades from his utility belt. Blowing the program out of the way with a blast of Aeroga using her hands, she quickly turned, pressed the button on top of the light grenade and threw it at the three remaining programs.
The small disk-like object hit the ground and a light illuminated the room. The next thing Sora and Luna saw were a group of pixels in the form of small cubes hitting the floor before disappearing.
"That was… unexpected. Sorry, I know it's not your fault," Luna apologized with a pained expression. She supposed her apologies wouldn't make any difference now but she had more so expected to neutralize them as opposed to derezzing them.
"C'mon, we have to keep moving," Sora said. Luna nodded and took a look at the unconscious program that she had knocked away before following after Sora.
With no success of finding Tron on the same floor as them, they went downwards using the elevator. Sora could feel the familiar experience of having his molecules deconstructed and then reconstructed in a completely different place. It was like his stomach was being churned in a meat factory.
"Yeah… I'll never quite get used to that," Luna told him as they exited the strange teleportation device.
"Then let's hope that's the last one we see, other than the one getting home of course. Let's just make a run for it since they probably already know we're here," Sora said. Luna nodded and together they made their way down the neon blue corridor, meanwhile taking care of the viruses they encountered along the way.
They soon found Tron backed up into the corner of his room with his hands on his face. When Sora made aware his and Luna's presence, Tron took his hands away and was on his feet instantly like an excited puppy. Sora pointed the Kingdom Key at the door and watched as it parted from its lock, allowing Tron free.
"What happened to your identity disk?" Sora asked, noticing that the object in question was gone from Tron's back.
"Just before they took us, I was able to throw it in the direction of that whirlpool," Tron explained.
"From THAT far?" Sora asked in disbelief. If he had managed to land it in there then he had to commend Tron for having some seriously impressive strength in his upper body and arms.
"But without my disk, I won't be able to fight the MCP," Tron said.
"You won't need to. Luna and I can handle it," Sora said. Tron probably hadn't been very convinced by this answer but there was little time for complaints. Tron instead pointed out that the MCP was most likely to be in a room quite similar to the last time he and Sora fought him.
Coming to another door, Sora looked at Luna and Tron to check if they were both ready before twisting the handle and pushing. Immediately he was caught off guard and had to dodge to the right to avoid a laser blast by one of the motion sensors. Sora went out of his cover and flicked his Keyblade, throwing a Fission Firaga at the sensor. The sensor spiralled downwards from the connected hit until it crashed onto the ground and exploded. Sora looked around completely perplexed.
"This room… it can't be… this is Hollow Bastion!" Sora exclaimed.
"Hollow Bastion? You mean the name the town was called before?" Luna asked but Sora shook his head.
"It was the castle Maleficent used to rule over the world from. It's all the way on the other side of the main town so I'm not surprised you don't know about it. This was where we first defeated her but she came back. This room is the Grand Hall… the Princesses of Heart were all lined up here," Sora pointed to the vertical pods on either side of the room that used to house the sleeping Princesses. "All of them except Kairi. She was farther up and it was where I fought Riku who was being possessed by Xehanort's Heartless."
"But what's it doing inside The Grid? Wait, does that mean that my hallucination wasn't just a hallucination. I mean, if we're both seeing something we shouldn't be seeing then we can't both be hallucinating the same thing, can we? Tron, do you know what's going on?" Luna asked.
"It's worse than I feared. It looks like the MCP has so deeply ingrained itself within the system that it can alter the code easily. In short, I don't think you're hallucinating, because I would be too. This seems like some sort digital recreation of locations that you're familiar with. The MCP is messing with us."
"Well I've had enough of being messed with, thank you very much. MCP, come out you coward! Are you too afraid to face us?" Sora shouted.
"I suppose the user contagion known as laughter would be best fit here," the MCP boomed, making them aware that he was listening. "It is true that I have done a little digging not only of the town's data but of the data given to me by my creator. But you couldn't be far from the truth by calling me a coward. I was simply having a little fun. This is the evolution of the game that I told you about before. Illusive control. The ultimate control."
"Illusive control? Your creator… I'm afraid to even ask… that wouldn't be Abraxas, would it?" Luna asked.
"As perceptive as ever, I see. Very well, I will bestow onto you the right to face me. Head into these dark depths and see the truth with your very own eyes," the MCP replied.
"I don't believe this. I thought we were done with him," Sora said. "But I suppose he wouldn't be a Xehanort if he didn't have something up his sleeve."
Luna expressed her confidence that everything was going to be alright and took hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tron grinning like a child but when asked by Sora what he was so happy about he simply said that it was nothing and that they should head to the MCP.
They quickly ascended the steps, taking out the sensor bots with their magic on their way to the top. With minimal effort, they soon arrived at the exact spot that Riku and Sora had once fought. Even if the place wasn't real, it still felt somewhat nostalgic and nerve-wracking for Sora, having last been here around two years ago. He stopped to quickly take it all in—the forlorn gothic scenery coated in purple and red, the chipped walls, the pipes blowing the occasional steam…
"Sora, are you coming?" Tron asked. He was already at the Heartless symbol-shaped portal that was currently reeking of darkness. He had ventured into this portal once before in order to seal the world's keyhole. Somehow he got the idea that it wouldn't be taking him to the same place this time and he certainly wouldn't be fighting a giant Behemoth either.
"Yeah, let's go," Sora said before following after them post haste. When they emerged out of the portal, they found themselves on the mountains facing the whirlpool once more—or rather, where the whirlpool should have been.
"This is the right place, isn't it? Or are we still in the MCP's trap?" Luna asked with searching eyes. They finally settled on something to her left and she turned around and summoned her Keyblade. "Sora, you see him, don't you?"
Sora followed her gaze and when his eyes met his, he imitated Luna's actions. Abraxas walked straight past them, taking no particular notice of their weapons and looking to the sea. He slowly extended his arm forward and pointed to where the whirlpool used to be.
"Tron, you've done it. Look at what you've created," he said. The trio inched closer until their toes just about touched the edge of the cliff and from there they saw it, tiny on their own but noticeable as a collective. Shadowy humanoid created seemed to be washing up onto shore in droves. As they came closer, their faces became more distinguishable. They were in fact humans.
"Not humans," said Abraxas as if he had been reading their minds. "ISOs, born from the same point of origin as their previous generation— the sea of simulation. All this time you thought that your original user had planted some sort of code in you. A code that would allow you to see dreams. I'm afraid that isn't the case. It was I, or rather, my creator that performed this task."
"Your creator? So then you're the MCP, not Abraxas," Sora said.
"I was created in his likeness, to carry out the mission in case he should fail. That I have been awakened seems to suggest that has come to pass, and I no doubt presume that you were responsible, Sora, as my Master had expected," the MCP said.
"He expected me to kill him?" Sora asked.
"He planted in me his beliefs, his ideals. He found strips of code once belonging to the old MCP. I was pieced back together and tuned to suit his goals. In that sense, I suppose you could consider me a hybrid of human and code, just like you are of human and Heartless." He paused to look at Luna who uncomfortably shifted her gaze downwards. He then continued, "When Abraxas first came here, he sought inspiration from the ISOs. He admired their strange birth and their perfection. He used CLU and traced back their genocide to the origin of their birth—this very place you see before you. It's impossible to say what makes this place in particular special, though while I was digging through the system I noticed that there was a black hole of data missing. Sure enough, this black hole is tied to this place."
"A black hole of data? A bug or maybe something the original developers overlooked?" Tron theorized more so to himself.
"If that is the case then it could be said that the ISOs birth in this world was purely by accident. They were not supposed to exist yet came to be. Obviously, Abraxas sought to give them a second breath of life into this world," the MCP answered. Sora had heard of one other case of being that was not supposed to exist and they had the capability to grow hearts. While Tron's progress showed that even programs could grow hearts, he wondered if the process was faster for ISOs. It would certainly explain Quorra.
"So that's it? Tron was being used this entire time?" Sora asked, quite conscious to the fact that he enunciating his consonants a lot more forcefully.
"Not just Tron. I believe he also wanted the both of you to understand what he was trying to do-"
"I DON'T CARE," Sora yelled before lowering his voice. "I don't care what he was trying to do. It was wrong. What he did to Luna and all those other people were wrong. I get it. He wanted perfection. He thought he could evolve human beings into something more by merging them with a Heartless. He also did it under the guise of a scientist, making experiments and hypotheses and whatever else you do. Yeah, he might be right. ISOs are beautiful. Life in general is beautiful. But there's one major thing he got wrong and by extension, you too. He's not a scientist. I knew a scientist. His name was Ansem the Wise and Abraxas could only wish he was half the man Ansem ever was."
"Interesting. Your definition of perfection seems to differ as opposed to Abraxas'. Then let us make this our final battle, users and Tron," the MCP pulled a disk from its back and threw it to Tron who swiped his hand forward and caught it. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, Tron. For Abraxas, it was purely about trying to understand the hand he had been dealt. For me, it really is revenge. That, I have decided, is the perfection I will strive for, not Abraxas' or any user's. My perfect world ends with you and your 'dreams' wiped from the system completely. Prepare for deresolution!"
