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It hadn’t yet registered completely in Lucas’
mind that Dark Samus was now an actual fighter. When she was an assist trophy, the
times he saw her were too brief for him to get a real impression of her. The
best he knew was that Samus hated her evil counterpart (which Lucas couldn’t
blame her for). Lucas still hadn’t seen Dark Samus around since she’d moved in,
partially due to the fact that she didn’t seem interested in interacting with
anyone for anything other than fighting, and partially due to his own subconscious
desire to avoid her.

But now, he found himself stuck in the gardens
with her, alone in the early morning. He’d just had a bad night, one plagued
with nightmares that refused to go away. By early dawn, Lucas had already
exhausted almost every trick he had to drive the night terrors out, and in a
last ditch effort he wandered outside to see the flowers and get some fresh
air.

Finding Dark Samus there, floating silently among
the flora, was the last thing he was expecting. Lucas jumped in shock, and
wanted to turn right around and go back inside, but Dark Samus had already
twisted her helmet and fixated him with a stare.

Strangely, in the quiet of the early morning,
Lucas could make out parts of what she was thinking. He didn’t think Dark Samus
could talk, but her voice echoed out in the same manner as an animal’s, so she
probably wasn’t actually talking; he was just reading her mind.

Boy. She thought, her echoed voice slightly distorted
by a white static. There was nothing behind the statement; no emotion, no
intent to address Lucas directly. It was like she was simply acknowledging that
he was there.

The psychic shuddered, unsettled, yet he was
curious now. Lucas couldn’t help but wonder if Dark Samus had something interesting
to say and just hadn’t bothered to communicate it with people who wouldn’t
understand her; some of the animals from his home were like that, too.

“Uh, hi there.” He said, taking careful steps to
approach her. “It’s, uh, a nice morning, huh?”

Dark Samus had turned away from him just as he
started speaking. She didn’t move away from Lucas, but she gave him no response.

Lucas figured he’d just have to keep trying. “I
like out here. It’s very peaceful, especially when there aren’t many people
around.” Still no response. His gaze shifted to the flowers. “Do you like
flowers?”

Asking a direct question towards her seemed to be
slightly more effective. No, she answered.

It begged the question of why she even bothered
to come out to the gardens in the first place, but Lucas held his tongue. He
didn’t want to come off as rude. “If you don’t like flowers, is there anything
you do like?” Lucas asked instead.

Dark Samus turned to him. The helmet had no
expression, but Lucas got the distinct feeling she was just now realizing he
could understand her.

I like the fights here. She told him. The more I win against powerful opponents,
the stronger I become. And there are no consequences for losing. It felt
like the glow from her helmet was boring straight into Lucas’ eyes, and the boy
had to try hard to suppress his shivering.

One day, I will defeat all of you. It was her final
statement, and afterwards she floated past Lucas and went back inside. The
psychic boy just stood there, watching as she left and too mystified to do much
of anything else.

It was a strange, but he felt slightly less
intimidated by Dark Samus now. He likened it to interaction with a dangerous
predator, ready to pounce on any sign of weakness. And Lucas couldn’t help but
wonder if, like a predator, there was another part of her that he might be able
to find if he looked past the danger.