A friend of Professor Atticus
Just then, Atticus entered the room, his face flushed like he'd been running a race. The Teleporter was floating before him as he moved, sparky and shining like its body had been replaced with a better one.
"Ah!" he said. "Looks like Master Feng is all set and ready to go."
Atticus stepped in front of Feng, inspecting him like he was a soldier going off to war. Feng still felt confused inside, his mind and heart full of swirling, haunted images and feelings. He'd grown to trust Atticus and the others and had grown to accept his role as a Tron. He'd especially solidified his resolve to avenge the murder of his parents. And yet, for so many years, the man before him had represented all the terrible things in his life. Atticus had been there that day. Why hadn't he saved his parents? Why didn't he do anything when he claimed they were all a team.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Feng said, momentarily closing his eyes to squeeze away his ill thoughts which bothered him.