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Sam: Let's just leave. Like, this planet.
Samus: Where to?
Sam: Anywhere. Just be bounty hunters again.
Samus: So...back to square one for us, huh?
-She orders a drink and looks thoughtful-
Sam: It's what we know.
Samus: It is. But I've been wondering lately if there's more we can do.
Sam: What do you mean?
Samus: Lately...I've been thinking of our old home.
Sam: What about it?
Samus: Been missing it a lot more lately, now that I don't have things distracting me. Before I met all these weirdos, before I met you, being adrift in space as a bounty hunter always left me feeling a bit...hollow. Even if I wasn't thinking about it.
Sam: Go on.
Samus: It's odd, but even with Zebes being an acid-rain filled wild mess only partially colonized by the Chozo, I always felt a sense of purpose when I was being raised there. Like...I knew that my training was worthwhile. If that makes sense.
Sam: What do you plan on doing there?
Samus: I don't know about Zebes specifically, but...
I do feel like I could be doing something constructive, in addition to ridding the galaxy of scum and criminals.
Samus: I don't know. Making a place that isn't raided daily by the Federation or the Space Pirates, most likely.
Sam: Start a colony?
Sam: Huh. I never would have guessed.
Samus: It's not an idea I came to right away. I had to think a lot about it.
...And drink a lot as well.
Sam: Gonna pack up Blues and Chuck?
Samus: If they're on board with the idea.
No idea what I an going to do.
Samus: Nothing wrong with going back into bounty hunting if that's what you feel is best.
Sam: I might, to be honest.
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