spicetrance: <lj user="axisandallies"> (unsettled ☀ before my eyes.)
ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴀᴛʀᴇɪᴅᴇs. | ᵏʷᶦˢᵃᵗᶻ ʰᵃᵈᵉʳᵃᶜʰ. ([personal profile] spicetrance) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2025-03-03 03:49 am (UTC)

[ Duncan. Gurney. Hawat. His father. Countless soldiers. So many people that should be present but are no longer with them. More to follow should he continue the path he walks. Paul stares out at the deserts as the sun begins to fade more and more. Is there no other path to walk? Living on Arrakis among the Fremen will still present the issue of fighting the Harkonnens. Knowing the Harkonnens, they will squeeze and squeeze. They will find a way to destroy the Freman as they did his house. No one will be safe.

Revenge against them is simply only one element of it all.

If only I could run away into the desert and disappear.

Barely a hint of a smirk tugs at his face. An adventure. ]
If only it had been like the filmbooks we watched growing up.

[ Eyebrows raise slightly. His mother had been more forced into the position of Reverend Mother. Not just for her safety, but his own as well. They had to secure their place in the tribe somehow. Now, his mother has the memories of Reverend Mothers before her... and his sister. It dawns on him then that Bastila would have no idea that his mother is pregnant. There's so much... ]

There's so much that you don't know, Basi. Things I can't say in the open like this. [ Paul closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. ] Things that can only be shared in closed spaces.

[ A low sigh of frustration escapes him. He feels trapped by his road. Regardless, the conversation is now focused on her. ] Duncan saved us both then.

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