[ The corners of his eyes narrow to betray his amusement. No, Bastila would never bend to become someone's servant or concubine. Her independence is too strong for such a position. Her demand to be noticed, seen, appreciated. Such a call would require her to humble and realize a great many things of their place in the universe and how the attention she seeks could come from but a few instead of all. ]
And you are suspecting. [ The amusement leaks from his voice. ] An Atreides should not die in service to Harkonnens nor their commands.
[ His blue-in-blue eyes drop down to the knife in her hands. A crude boorish blade of Harkonnen make. The only thing they would most likely trust her with. A pathetic weapon to a pathetic woman in their minds, no doubt, as they would truly have no concept of the damage she could wield with it. Bastila Shan--trained by Bene Gesserit and to some degree the late Duncan Idaho.
Battle it is.
Paul exhales, and yet the notion is more of a sigh. A look to the side, a shake of his head. Then, he bends down into his fighting stance. The Weirding Way. He waits till she takes her stance. A lunge. His crysknife presses against her blade. A near unstoppable force pressing down against her. Paul knows that she can fight against him. She has done so before so many times. Until they were separated by order of his mentors and their lives began to grow in separate ways.
How much of Paul Atreides did she truly know as they grew into young adults? Adults, by the standards of their world and their reality.
He presses further. ]
Surrender!
[ He hopes that she sees with all that training that she has received. The Bene Gesserit can control the minute abilities of their bodies. They can see patterns and behaviors. Body language. Surely, if she remembers anything of their childhood, then she will know him. Paul Atreides, the son of Duke Leto Atreides and concubine Lady Jessica. ]
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And you are suspecting. [ The amusement leaks from his voice. ] An Atreides should not die in service to Harkonnens nor their commands.
[ His blue-in-blue eyes drop down to the knife in her hands. A crude boorish blade of Harkonnen make. The only thing they would most likely trust her with. A pathetic weapon to a pathetic woman in their minds, no doubt, as they would truly have no concept of the damage she could wield with it. Bastila Shan--trained by Bene Gesserit and to some degree the late Duncan Idaho.
Battle it is.
Paul exhales, and yet the notion is more of a sigh. A look to the side, a shake of his head. Then, he bends down into his fighting stance. The Weirding Way. He waits till she takes her stance. A lunge. His crysknife presses against her blade. A near unstoppable force pressing down against her. Paul knows that she can fight against him. She has done so before so many times. Until they were separated by order of his mentors and their lives began to grow in separate ways.
How much of Paul Atreides did she truly know as they grew into young adults? Adults, by the standards of their world and their reality.
He presses further. ]
Surrender!
[ He hopes that she sees with all that training that she has received. The Bene Gesserit can control the minute abilities of their bodies. They can see patterns and behaviors. Body language. Surely, if she remembers anything of their childhood, then she will know him. Paul Atreides, the son of Duke Leto Atreides and concubine Lady Jessica. ]