I loved them all, he thought desperately. As they fell together, he and Clu.
Tron, loyal to the last, even remade, to a user-god who had twice abandoned him, who had watched him fall and done nothing.
Quorra, putting all her faith in the man who had built everything that had destroyed her and hers.
The thousands of programmes, imprisoned in his Grid, enslaved by his folly.
And Clu. Always, in the end, Clu.
He flung wide his arms, the only salvation he could offer. Vengeance, against the creator who had failed them. And annihilation, for the creation most betrayed.