My past, riddled with disaster and misery. I witnessed the death of my parents and everyone else I knew on my home planet at the young age of three. I witness the death of the only love of my life Ian Malkovich, and then later his brother and the only one I viewed as a father Adam Malkovich. I watched as three of my fellow bounty hunters fall to the corruption of phazon. I saw my closest friend, Anthony Higgs, fall into a lava sea, but thankful saved himself. However, all of this I can put behind me, as just a distant memory, but this one memory is different.

The baby, the last of the metroids, who called me its mother, died above my head. Just like that, it was gone. Although I avenged its death, with killing Mother Brain, there is still a void, emptiness, as though the metroid took a piece of me when it died. Is there something wrong with me? Or am I just finally developing feelings. Why do I feel so defenseless, as if I'm fighting three wars with no army? Why do I feel so lonely, as if no one knows I exist? Why do I feel so detached, as if I have "signed off" of life? Is this what heartbreak feels like? Why do I feel like I have to face this alone?