Ah, I see. [Alia may not understand the exact content, per se, but she understands denial, in it’s way. For her, sister of Muad’Dib, there is nothing that comes before furthering Paul’s empire, by any means necessary. Any longing she might’ve had for herself had been put aside – until she arrived here, that is.
Glancing thoughtful at Diarmuid, the loose curl of his hair, the soft sweetness of his smile, Alia wonders aloud:] Do you think yourself still a monk, even here, without a monastery? I ask because I have wondered whether I am still myself without my world.
Heavy. [Alia’s tone goes a touch harder at this, wry and bemused and bitter all at once.] Yes, it is heavy. Perhaps my mother ought to have considered that before gifting me with it.
[Then, with a soft, dismissive sigh, a handwave:] They always pray to me, unless they’re praying to my brother for my safety, though this happens more rarely. It is assumed that a god will protect a goddess, after all.
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Glancing thoughtful at Diarmuid, the loose curl of his hair, the soft sweetness of his smile, Alia wonders aloud:] Do you think yourself still a monk, even here, without a monastery? I ask because I have wondered whether I am still myself without my world.
Heavy. [Alia’s tone goes a touch harder at this, wry and bemused and bitter all at once.] Yes, it is heavy. Perhaps my mother ought to have considered that before gifting me with it.
[Then, with a soft, dismissive sigh, a handwave:] They always pray to me, unless they’re praying to my brother for my safety, though this happens more rarely. It is assumed that a god will protect a goddess, after all.