"That would be preferable, of course. Escape will always be our first priority." The footsteps had stopped in front of their room, and a murmur of voices was barely audible through the wall. Tron glanced back at Meh, offering a sympathetic expression.

"As for actions in our past to make up for... I have those as well. Far too many."

There was no time to elaborate further, however, as the door opened and their captors stepped through. Five of the guards, enough that Tron could have taken them out were he fighting alone, but protecting another... he wasn't sure he could do so without Meh being injured in the process. He was certain of his victory in whatever Games they were being taken to, however. This was what he knew, what he'd done for so many cycles, both in the old system and the new Grid.

The hallway they were marched down was long and narrow, dark, the sound of the cheering crowd growing louder by the moment as they approached the lighted doorway at the end. Other cells lined the walls, sounds of despair and pain softer behind the locks. No escape seemed plausible by this way, only forward through the battle.

"Whatever happens, stay behind me."