"Beck," Tron says, channeling every byte of patience he has, "you can't blow up Clu's statue again."
The beta grins, far too excited.
"Watch me."
"Beck."
"It's the exact same statue! In the exact same spot! They're asking for it!" His light-lines brighten. "I can make the explosion even bigger this time."
"Beck," Tron now sounds more pleading than scolding.
"How are you against this?" Beck scoffs, crossing his arms. "I know you don't like Clu either."
"That's- an understatement. But it's beside the point." Tron jabs a finger at him. "Blowing up that statue is redundant. You sent a message the first time, but this will just look like destruction for the sake of destruction. That isn't what you want programs to think of you."
"Except I'm not being mindlessly destructive," Beck counters. "I'm not destroying the statue because it's a statue, I'm destroying it because it's a statue of Clu. They can put up a statue of anyone else and I'll leave it alone. But Clu and his soldiers aren't welcome in this city, or anywhere else on the Grid, and they shouldn't be celebrated. Right?" Tron recognizes the look Beck gives him as one of his own. The monitor sighs.
"Try not to blow yourself up."