Beck cautiously entered the hideout. Not that he was hesitant to meet his mentor's face. Or the fact he might yell at him for another opportunity wasted. He was just uncertain, that's all.
The renegade walked through the hallways of the building to the main room. Nope, he didn't see Tron anywhere. As he started to exit the hallway...
"Beck,"His mentor came out from the shadows.
"Tron, look I know I messed up for not bringing the data cube and-"
"It's fine. Come, I want to talk to you," Tron gestured Beck to follow.
Tron actually wanted to...talk?
"O..kay...what about?" Beck asked as he walked side by side with Tron.
"Have you been experiencing mood swings lately? You're more depressed than usual."
"No...not really," he lied unfcomfortably. Why would Tron want to know? It wasn't his business anyway.
"So, before we train, I've gotta get back to Able," he became uncomfortable by Tron's sudden question. "He needs me to -uh- help Zed with the schematics. You know, we need the garage in top shape,"
"Beck, does being the Renegade effect your life now? You're depressed aren't you?"
Tron's words made him turn.
"Why are you asking me this," Beck dreaded the times of mentor and trainee talk. The continuous nagging, repeating. He was bored of it.
"Because I want you to remember, that I am grateful to have a friend like you. It's just that I'm sorry you have to put up this whole revolution, for a young program."
Beck had to smile. "Thanks, Tron. But thay's okay it was my choice anyway."
Tron looked at Beck then turned. "Come,"
