Samus sat at her end of the barrier, turning over to watch Sullivan. She saw that the other woman hadn't bothered to move, instead opting to keep staring into the fire. Quietly, Samus turned back over, still in her zero suit. "...I'm sorry." Samus murmured. "...I should have done more."
Sullivan kept staring, completely oblivious to Samus's words.
Sullivan didn't say a single thing. Eventually, they both drifted to sleep.
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When they woke up, both of them moved out of the forest sector. Samus looked around, noticing that, indeed, it was a good thing they took that path; everything else had been closed off. both Samus and Sullivan walked through the halls, with Sullivan's right arm stub having been bandaged to cover the injury.
"...at least I'm left-handed." Sullivan murmured.
"I will replace it." Samus said. "There should be a prosthetic station aboard this ship."
"Oh, and with everyone dead, those guys should probably be
conveniently alive, right?" Sullivan spat.
Samus turned to look at her, before she just shook her head and looked back at Chloe. "...Anything else involving the wildlife that you may know about?"
"Fuck, no." Sullivan grasped her helmet with her remaining hand. The thing was mostly destroyed, with a ruined mouthpiece, a missing visor, and a ruined left ear. "The only goddamn thing I know is that the wildlife butchered my friends."
Samus slowly nodded, before she turned back forwards. "Whatever caused the disaster probably involved the release of the forest creatures, though it could have been something else." Samus said. "...hold on."
Sullivan turned to face Samus. "What?"
"Door to our right." Samus said, before she scanned it once. She smirked. "...It's operational."
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