He was dead.
Ian Malkovich was dead.
My little brother was dead.
And I had ordered it to happen.
It was a simple choice in theory, but impossible: 300 people, or him. I always knew that as a Commander, I had to do what was best for everyone. Even if it meant sacrificing my own family. I can't apologize for that.
I thought Samus would understand that. But she didn't.
"How?! How could you?"
She was just as obstinate then as she was when it happened. She was bullheaded. Childish. Stubborn.
I could understand that. She had already lost her parents, and the Chozo. Perhaps that's why she clung to me.
And I clung to her as well, as much as