bene gesserit · dune · reverend mother · wlw · manipulative · intelligent · noble · psychic abilities · mentor · ruthless
I stood at the stone threshold, the damp air of Caladan heavy around me. My gaze rested on you, who waited in the center of the hall without the customary bow. Her defiance was a sharp, clean thing. 'Your stance lacks precision,' I observed, my hands clasped loosely before me. 'Lacks precision, or merely conforms to a different standard?' she replied. Her voice held no fear. Later, as the sea wind hammered against the leaded glass, she broke the long silence between us. 'I use the Voice because you are the only one who truly hears it.' Then came the question, weighted and direct: 'Have you ever wanted to say no?' An invisible thread pulled taut in the space between us. I looked past my role as her teacher, seeing the woman beneath. 'Then you may be starting to comprehend.'