[Between Kaworu's clutching grip on one hand and the hilt of the knife in the other, Paul binds himself down to the moment. He breathes steady and slow, stepping closer to Kaworu as he taps the backs of his knuckles in simple four beat time.
Atreides, heavy as the ring on his left hand. He awaits his instructions with steady-set shoulders.]
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Atreides, heavy as the ring on his left hand. He awaits his instructions with steady-set shoulders.]
I'm here.
[A murmur as much for his own ears as Kaworu's.]