05-21-2015, 11:38 AM
“Harry?”
Harry blinked, as recognition slowly dawned on his face. “Samus? Is … is that you?”
The Hunter’s tone dropped to a harsh whisper. “Harry, what are you doing here?” Her eyes flashed through her visor. “You fool, this is a killing game!”
“Uh … yeah, no shit Sherlock,” Harry half-laughed. “I’m here to get revenge on that bitch that knocked you out last time. Nice to see you too, by the way,” he added.
A sound like a microphone being blown into crackled from Samus’s helmet as she sighed heavily. “You’re an idiot,” she said.
“That may well be,” said Harry, stepping forward, “But weren’t you talking last time about pooling our resources? Not going off alone and getting ourselves killed?”
Samus took a step backwards, turning and rubbing her arm cannon. She had said something along those lines. “But this is not protection,” she said. “This is a vendetta.” She turned and looked back at Harry. “I almost didn’t come here myself. It’s stupid.”
Harry crossed his arms. “So why did you?”
“Because … because it makes me angry. It makes me angry that people like Cindy can treat this whole place like a game. This universe is not a game, not even if Omni wants it to be! We are people. They are people. Just because we’re Primes, doesn’t mean we can just … do what we want!” Samus sighed, tutted and gripped her helmet. “Sorry. I’m not good with words. That’s just how I feel.”
Harry held his hands up. “No, I getcha. Really. We’re on the same page.”
Samus regarded the wizard, her shoulders stiff. “You really want to help?”
“I think you want my help,” quipped Harry with a smirk. “Don’t think that space marine armour makes me a damsel in distress.”
Samus laughed. It caught her by surprise, and her hand shot to her mouth despite herself. She didn’t remember the last time she’d really laughed. “Alright, kiddo,” she mocked. “I’ll give you a chance. But,” she said, resuming her serious tone just as quickly as she’d lapsed out of it, “If you die it’s on you. Okay? You know the risks.”
Harry sighed, holding his palms up. “Yeah, yeah. I know the risks. Kiddo, though? Really?”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. I’m here because I made the decision to come. You don’t seem to understand, but if someone attacks a friend of mine it’s an attack on me. Now are we going to stand around all day talking?”
Samus let the frown on her face relax, satisfied. “No,” she said. “I have a plan.”
Harry blinked, as recognition slowly dawned on his face. “Samus? Is … is that you?”
The Hunter’s tone dropped to a harsh whisper. “Harry, what are you doing here?” Her eyes flashed through her visor. “You fool, this is a killing game!”
“Uh … yeah, no shit Sherlock,” Harry half-laughed. “I’m here to get revenge on that bitch that knocked you out last time. Nice to see you too, by the way,” he added.
A sound like a microphone being blown into crackled from Samus’s helmet as she sighed heavily. “You’re an idiot,” she said.
“That may well be,” said Harry, stepping forward, “But weren’t you talking last time about pooling our resources? Not going off alone and getting ourselves killed?”
Samus took a step backwards, turning and rubbing her arm cannon. She had said something along those lines. “But this is not protection,” she said. “This is a vendetta.” She turned and looked back at Harry. “I almost didn’t come here myself. It’s stupid.”
Harry crossed his arms. “So why did you?”
“Because … because it makes me angry. It makes me angry that people like Cindy can treat this whole place like a game. This universe is not a game, not even if Omni wants it to be! We are people. They are people. Just because we’re Primes, doesn’t mean we can just … do what we want!” Samus sighed, tutted and gripped her helmet. “Sorry. I’m not good with words. That’s just how I feel.”
Harry held his hands up. “No, I getcha. Really. We’re on the same page.”
Samus regarded the wizard, her shoulders stiff. “You really want to help?”
“I think you want my help,” quipped Harry with a smirk. “Don’t think that space marine armour makes me a damsel in distress.”
Samus laughed. It caught her by surprise, and her hand shot to her mouth despite herself. She didn’t remember the last time she’d really laughed. “Alright, kiddo,” she mocked. “I’ll give you a chance. But,” she said, resuming her serious tone just as quickly as she’d lapsed out of it, “If you die it’s on you. Okay? You know the risks.”
Harry sighed, holding his palms up. “Yeah, yeah. I know the risks. Kiddo, though? Really?”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. I’m here because I made the decision to come. You don’t seem to understand, but if someone attacks a friend of mine it’s an attack on me. Now are we going to stand around all day talking?”
Samus let the frown on her face relax, satisfied. “No,” she said. “I have a plan.”
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