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The dark figure lies still on the edge of the Sea of Simulation. Waves lap against the black suit that covers his body. Low on energy, his suit lights flicker, his muscles are exhausted from both his injuries and the arduous journey to find solid ground once more.
With some effort, he pushes himself to his feet. Seeing the User stirred something in him. Something unsettling. Feelings of justice, of rebellion, of retribution rose up unbidden. He attacked Clu. Attacked him without hesitation. Unthinkable! No wonder Clu seized his spare baton and abandoned him. The helmeted figure shakes his head. He will have to run a diagnostic. Something is very wrong. He can feel it in his code.
The impassive black helmet he wears fragments and withdraws into his suit, revealing once handsome features now lacerated with scars. He takes a deep breath. The feelings are already fading. Familiar, ordered thoughts now take their place. He runs a hand through his long hair. His flickering lights steady to burning orange.
Rinzler takes the identity disc from his back and splits it in half, creating two weapons. He ignites the blades on both discs, letting muscle memory perform martial forms while his thoughts constrict into perfect obedience. He must find favour with Clu again. Whatever it takes.