Thales looked over his shoulder for the third time.

Aurora was coming behind him, yes. Slowly. Clumsily. But she was coming.

He sighed, his shoulders finally relaxing under his light armor. Not that he was worried—it was just... accumulated irritation. Like a weight between his ribs.

There was still a long way to go to the center of Tron. And if it were up to him, this would be the last mission involving that girl.

His feet sank into the damp earth of the trail, but ...