"The only thing he did was make Tron - and what good was that when the guy turned on us. Then he just sat back as Mackey took over more and more of ENCOM." Sam's still sneering.
The fingers of Alan's left hand rub together, his usual nervous tic. "I looked everywhere. All his hangouts. He'd disappear for days to -- well, we know where now. But we didn't then. And you were so young-" He's grateful that Dairine's speaking up for him, but the mountain of guilt still weighs on him. He couldn't replace Flynn. Couldn't replace the real father of a hopeful young boy.
Sam's mouth hardens as Dairine turns back to him. It's not that Sam's pushing the blame on Alan - it's that Sam's a manifestation of Alan's guilt in this nightmare. Of all people to be disappointed in him, his foster son would be the worst.
Sam shrugs noncommittally when Dairine asks her angry question. A smirk tugs at his mouth, eyes lighting up like they're amused.
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The fingers of Alan's left hand rub together, his usual nervous tic. "I looked everywhere. All his hangouts. He'd disappear for days to -- well, we know where now. But we didn't then. And you were so young-" He's grateful that Dairine's speaking up for him, but the mountain of guilt still weighs on him. He couldn't replace Flynn. Couldn't replace the real father of a hopeful young boy.
Sam's mouth hardens as Dairine turns back to him. It's not that Sam's pushing the blame on Alan - it's that Sam's a manifestation of Alan's guilt in this nightmare. Of all people to be disappointed in him, his foster son would be the worst.
Sam shrugs noncommittally when Dairine asks her angry question. A smirk tugs at his mouth, eyes lighting up like they're amused.
"We've met, don't you remember? Name's Sam."