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I took a small step back in shock and looked at the metal heap outside the Onion once more. I saw something that resembled an arm protruding out the side and recognized it as Louie's arm. Near the heap was a bloody dead body, beyond recognition, but it had to be Olimar. In any other case, I would have cried, but I was now leader. I shook my head and looked away, not letting tears come out of my blank, almost expressionless eyes. Louie's helmet was split in half, some shards of its glass lodged into his pale face. There was also a peice of metal from the ship stuck in his neck, which was likely what killed him. His eyes were unfocused and glassy-eyed.