if there's a Paul Atreides out there, anywhere, i'm so fucking sorry i never knew about the Gom Jabbar. your mother went behind my back and let that woman torture you. i'm sorry. it was my castle, my house, my walls. it was my job to protect you and i failed and i'm sorry. you were so brave but you shouldn't have needed to be. you were fifteen. just a boy. you should have been safe and warm in bed or reading about those desert mice you loved so much.
watching those movies is painful for me at times. seeing everything i couldn't help you through. i get sick to my stomach seeing Jessica standing next to me on that screen because now i know just how badly she betrayed my trust. it's a little ironic, really. in this life i practice my own form of witchcraft, yet despise the Bene Gesserit. i should have been there for you. i'm sorry. i love you, my son.
~ your father, Leto Atreides I
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