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I didn't really know why I cared that much. Yes, the hatchling probably thought of me as its mother, but I never thought of it as my child; I knew it for all of a few days before I handed it over to the Federation. But when I saw it die, something inside me unhinged. Even then, my focus didn't waver. No, I didn't descend into a fit of rage; I'd never been so focused in my life, only instead of just, "Defeat your enemy," I didn't just want to defeat Mother Brain, I wanted to kill her. It must have been both great and terrible, me restored to full power from the brink of death and even given Mother Brain's weapon for good measure and then coming at her with the ruthlessness yet precision of a war machine. After she was dead, I just kept going: I charged through the self-destructing Tourian like an angry war goddess. The Space Pirates couldn't do anything to stop me, and any who tried quickly joined Mother Brain. I sped back to my spaceship and flew away as the Pirate base exploded again, for good this time.
After I was back into space, I was still wound up and twitchy, ready to snap at the slightest annoyance. Now that there was nothing left to fight, I tried to regain my focus. I focused on clearing all needless thoughts from my mind, and I felt the rush start to die out. As I calmed down, I found myself...getting choked up, like I was going to break down crying. The adrenaline rush had died out, and whatever had come loose emotionally just kept unraveling. Out of nowhere, I suddenly couldn't stop thinking that I had lost yet another member of my family.
Then I flashed back to when Ridley murdered my mother, and it was clear why I've been reacting how I have...because of her sacrifice, I lived. The parallels really are disturbing, only this time, the child died for its mother. That's always how it's gone: first my parents; then the Chozo, especially Gray Voice; and now the hatchling all suffering for standing against the Pirates and saving my life. I hadn't cried in years, and all that loss and loneliness came to the surface and this time I couldn't find an outlet for it or push it back down.
But this time, no one is coming to comfort me. This time, I'm all alone.
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A commission for
Evertide, Samus in the wake of her mission in Super Metroid. Art courtesy of me, and the story courtesy of him.
Samus, Metroid, and all that © Nintendo
After I was back into space, I was still wound up and twitchy, ready to snap at the slightest annoyance. Now that there was nothing left to fight, I tried to regain my focus. I focused on clearing all needless thoughts from my mind, and I felt the rush start to die out. As I calmed down, I found myself...getting choked up, like I was going to break down crying. The adrenaline rush had died out, and whatever had come loose emotionally just kept unraveling. Out of nowhere, I suddenly couldn't stop thinking that I had lost yet another member of my family.
Then I flashed back to when Ridley murdered my mother, and it was clear why I've been reacting how I have...because of her sacrifice, I lived. The parallels really are disturbing, only this time, the child died for its mother. That's always how it's gone: first my parents; then the Chozo, especially Gray Voice; and now the hatchling all suffering for standing against the Pirates and saving my life. I hadn't cried in years, and all that loss and loneliness came to the surface and this time I couldn't find an outlet for it or push it back down.
But this time, no one is coming to comfort me. This time, I'm all alone.
- - - - -
A commission for
Evertide, Samus in the wake of her mission in Super Metroid. Art courtesy of me, and the story courtesy of him.Samus, Metroid, and all that © Nintendo
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
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File Size 249.8 kB
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