To: Ridley.

From: Samus Aran.

Subject: The Chozo.

You try to hurt me now Ridley, you try to compromise my emotions, but that can no longer be done. I have returned to the chozo ruins to seek out what technology remains to aid me here, but as I look about me I see the reason for the chozo's downfall and for yours as well.

The chozo fell because they thought everything was some great spiritual thing. They thought of time as a fountain, a flowing thing that they could peer into, yet they couldn't even save themselves. They thought it was all some great thing, and they expected some great saviour to save them, when they should have just saved themselves.

Life is not beautiful, life is not some wonderful time to frolic in the flowers. Oh no, life is but a myriad of stains to be scrubbed day after day until you grow too old to clean and fall to your final resting place. Life is terrible, and there is no beauty in any of it. I refuse to be like the chozo and not fix this world, so I work to clean these stains from life without relent.

Messes like you need to be cleaned up.

Samus Aran: I'm coming for you Ridley, I'll destroy you and everything you love.