#who cares about good grades when ur kiddos excel in killing enemies

[deficd]

A part of him has known that they needn't rely on him for survival. They are Fremen, if not in entirety, then in the spaces their blood makes them. Atreides, too. Paul and gurney's training and sparring.

And Harkonnen, in the ways that hurt them the least.

He can hope.

A grunt begets anything his tongue and teeth can form, though he accepts the aid his emperor offers, hoisting up. Pain slips into the obscurest angles of him; bruises, blood, and a fracture if the way a leg burns is any indication. Feyd-Rautha has been through worse hells. He finds this one tapering as Paul's words set in. Lips find respite in lips, a moment lingered, before they move.

"They killed ten," spoken with a pride fastened by a father. No amount of agony, no promise of a slit throat, could ever eclipse. The 'thopter enters his view, furious sunlight slicing his eyes in the absence of dark corridors. "Before I--"

Another grunt.

This one bathes itself in rage. Captured like an animal, he's remiss to disengage from a self-righteous slaughter.

Feyd will not finish his sentence.

@deficd asked ❝ FOUND + “ghanima and leto? they are safe?” ❞

Always, the twins were first priority; his, Feyd's, Chani's, Irulan's. Even Alia's, though she was not much older than them. Godhood held no comparison to the ultimate amalgamation of the love found throughout the years.

They had been the first to be found, hidden but ready with poison tipped weapons and training-on-training-on-training. Not in the palace but seeking the safety of the sands, knowing the landscape as well as any Fremen. A horror-tipped relief that they had been safe even without their father — but without their father.

It makes the question expected, just as much as Paul's first instinct to look over the damages done to Feyd, every nerve ending and synapse screaming he's alive. "They're safe," he answers immediately, almost unaware of his own words as he checks wounds. Between Gurney and Stilgar, troops will empty out the small hidden base; it will be a concern later but at the moment Paul has no space to consider such things.

"You need to get on the 'thopter." Medical attention, of course — and Paul's hands won't steady again until he has each and every member of their family in the palace.