At first, Samus thinks the letter is a joke. Fake. Unreal. She almost crumples it up and throws it away, almost tosses the ornate knifes (was this a mockery?) into a trash bin; too stricken with existential plight following her untimely death in the area and the horrific vision that followed. She questions what else is fake and unreal until her composure settles in the days following. It doesn't matter, does it? She has a mission to get back to.
It would of course be foolish to deny this letter but she thinks it wouldn't be as foolish as what she's done already, and so she goes, dressed not quite as ornately as before and feeling it with every judgmental eye following her. That said she's still put some care into her appearance, even if it's difficult to completely hide her new glittering scar when it fans over her shoulders and converges down her spine like vestigial wings.
Entering Chch's booth is almost as surreal as waking up on base. Samus feels like she's spent so long in darkened corridors and discharging black ichor from her body that the wash of light and bright colors are almost nauseating. She hates it more to think she prefers the opposite at all and so she stomachs it, squints her eyes and blinks it away.
Chch gets a well-practiced bow, Samus performs it with a robotic like formality. As soon as she can be done with it, she's done with it, then standing tall and looking Chch in the eyes. It's hard to not look at her 'pet' because she doesn't want to feel any more disdain being here, and little of it is even Chch's fault. Under her arm and carried with care is the case she was gifted with containing the ornate knifes. It seemed like the easiest kind of weapon to smuggle in here, not that she's hoping for this to go badly.
"I'd tell you I'm well but that would be a lie." And she knows how spiders love those.
Her eyes look past Chch, momentarily distracted by the sounds of the arena. Despite defeat she didn't not enjoy herself in there, and she knows she'd probably hop right back in if there was a need. She laments that sentiment. "Time passes strangely after death."
Chch gets her gaze again and Samus moves closer, takes her time appaising her features; the way her limbs splay and how clothes lay across them, the way her smile pulls on her face more naturally and how her eyes are easy to settle on to. Much more than her mother's. "Yet here I am again, almost like it never happened at all."
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It would of course be foolish to deny this letter but she thinks it wouldn't be as foolish as what she's done already, and so she goes, dressed not quite as ornately as before and feeling it with every judgmental eye following her. That said she's still put some care into her appearance, even if it's difficult to completely hide her new glittering scar when it fans over her shoulders and converges down her spine like vestigial wings.
Entering Chch's booth is almost as surreal as waking up on base. Samus feels like she's spent so long in darkened corridors and discharging black ichor from her body that the wash of light and bright colors are almost nauseating. She hates it more to think she prefers the opposite at all and so she stomachs it, squints her eyes and blinks it away.
Chch gets a well-practiced bow, Samus performs it with a robotic like formality. As soon as she can be done with it, she's done with it, then standing tall and looking Chch in the eyes. It's hard to not look at her 'pet' because she doesn't want to feel any more disdain being here, and little of it is even Chch's fault. Under her arm and carried with care is the case she was gifted with containing the ornate knifes. It seemed like the easiest kind of weapon to smuggle in here, not that she's hoping for this to go badly.
"I'd tell you I'm well but that would be a lie." And she knows how spiders love those.
Her eyes look past Chch, momentarily distracted by the sounds of the arena. Despite defeat she didn't not enjoy herself in there, and she knows she'd probably hop right back in if there was a need. She laments that sentiment. "Time passes strangely after death."
Chch gets her gaze again and Samus moves closer, takes her time appaising her features; the way her limbs splay and how clothes lay across them, the way her smile pulls on her face more naturally and how her eyes are easy to settle on to. Much more than her mother's. "Yet here I am again, almost like it never happened at all."