Hey there everyone! Back with another update :) thought writing a new chapter would be a good idea, seeing as I haven't updated it in a month or so... but a lot of crazy stuff has been happening, and yeah. Been thinking about updating for a while now actually, but I finally got a chance to do it :D so, just ignore me and read the chapter!

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When Quorra went to her room to sleep, Flynn thought about what the grid had turned in to. He remembered when he first found out about it, and how he transferred Tron over to the new system, and him creating Clu….

Clu.

Flynn wondered what he was doing with the grid. Changing it, no doubt. Probably turning the programs against the users. Against him. He sat there, pondering what was going on in the real world. Was Sam okay? Did Sam hate him for leaving? Probably, probably not. He was all the kid had, besides his grandparents. But after Jordan died… He remembered he fell into a slump. He hardly talked to anyone, including his family. He remembered….

September 17th, 1985

It's been a month since she died. I can't live without her. She wants me to move on, but how can I when she was the light of my world? Even though I have the company, The Grid, and Sam….. oh Sam. He isn't taking this loss well either. He always asked each morning "Where's mommy? When is she coming home?" I always answer, "When she gets better" or "I don't know, kiddo." It's the only answers I can give him. But this morning…. I snapped. I didn't mean to. He asked me once again where she was. I finally broke it to him that she had died. A while ago. I practically screamed at the kid. His eyes opened wide with fear and sadness, and he started to cry. Once I had realized what I had done, I couldn't hold it in anymore. People say that dads are supposed to be strong and protect the family, but how the hell are you supposed to tell a 3 year old that their mother has died? Speaking of which, he made me a card at his school saying he was sorry. I held him tight, and tucked him into bed. I asked him if he wanted to come to the arcade tomorrow. Of course, he nods enthusiastically and says yes. It's like nothing ever happened this morning. As I turn to leave for work, he says "Daddy, I love you." That's one of the first times he's ever said that to me. I couldn't believe it at first. I smiled and said, "I love you too, kiddo."

Flynn came out of his nostalgic slump. There were tears forming in his eyes. He regrets not saying "I love you" to his son more often. But, Sam never really said it either. They showed it in such a way that nothing needed to be said. Flynn notices Quorra staring at him quizzically.

"What're you looking at, Q?"

"I'm just trying to figure out what emotion you're expressing on your face."

He smiles. He forgets that she had never met a user before their paths had crossed, and that he had to explain some things to her.

"Regret."

She cocks her head to the left, like a puppy.

"What's that?"

"Regret is…. Well, regret is when you don't express something you want to express, but you don't. And then you realize you should have said something."

"Ah. I've felt that before…"
"Well I assume you have. Losing your whole race, you regret everything that happened…"

"… Yeah."

Flynn looks at his student. He sees pain and sadness combined in her eyes.

"Do you wanna play some chess?" Flynn knew she loved to play, but not as much as reading books.

She looked up and smiled, the sadness gone.

"Yeah."

Flynn smiled. He didn't realize how much Sam and Quorra were alike until now.