[For a moment, jarring and unsettling, Alia reckons with the fact that Jessica, all-knowing, all-powerful, present most in her absence, does not know what is to come. Thinks her word, her voice will be enough to undo what has already happened. And she pities and she envies her for that.]
It is already done. It was done before I drew breath.
Our secrets are mythos now. The Fremen write hymns with our whispers as the chorus. The known galaxy knows what we are, mother. Why should I fear one house?
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It is already done. It was done before I drew breath.
Our secrets are mythos now. The Fremen write hymns with our whispers as the chorus. The known galaxy knows what we are, mother. Why should I fear one house?