One of the younger, smaller xenomorphs began twitching in mothers arms. It was little Steel Claw!
Nonetheless, I dismissed the movements, thinking they were just the twitches which occur shortly after death.
Steel Claw lay still for a few more seconds, but then, with seemingly great effort, he lifted his head, and watched me.
Surprised, I immediately walked towards him, and removed the debris from his body.
He never removed his stunned gaze from me. Very rarely would a xenomorph ever show compassion, even to its own species, but if I didn't help him, then I would be alone for the rest of my life.
Steel Claw got up. He looked around, and saw mother. He gasped in shock, then snorted, weeping in agony, placing his hands on her corpse, trying to find any signs of life. Of course, there were none.