Despite being Samus's brother, I took off in a random direction and explored uncharted space instead of having anything to do with her. I didn't really expect her to come looking for me. We had grown up together, sure, but my memories told me that we hadn't seen or talked to each other in years. So I was really surprised to find her aboard my ship after returning from trading for some air filters with these really lovely desert people. Especially because at that point I wasn't even in the same ship as I had left in.
I expected this to be one of those, "I don't really like you, brother, but I need your help to save the galaxy" kind of moments. Where she looks down at me as her talented but flighty brother and she's only coming to me because there's literally no one else.
Instead, she just kind of... crumpled when she realized it was really me. Years of bouncing from one horrifyingly dangerous mission to another had kind of broken her. She had wiped out a species of intelligent creatures, tried to make up for her mistakes, and had basically everyone stab her in the back over the next several years. They had used her as a lab rat and an expendable shock trooper while she thought she had been saving the universe.
She was a broken, ugly, hostile mess of a person. Both biologically and mentally. So I picked her up and did my best to help. Like a bird with a broken wing. I did what I could, talked to her, had all the fights and screaming matches she needed to get her anger out, and didn't hold any of it against her.
I couldn't fix her. Not entirely. Nobody would do that. But I was did get to see her smile without looking into my memories. And I found ways to get her to laugh again.