mind_over_metal | [continuations with tiny!Charles]

Entry tags:

[so short and tiny and cute etc.]

If I had not come, things might have gone terribly wrong.

At any rate, I left and went to find my father.

He'd gone into the desert, right?

We had assumed he perished. The desert is not kind, not even to the Fremen. But he survived. And became known as the Preacher.

Did you know that it was him?

I was never sure, until we met for the last time.

So... you were searching for him to...?

To talk to him. I needed his help to defeat my aunt.

And you found him.

I found him.

It was... a bittersweet moment.

*a mostly unconscious attempt to be open to feeling Leto's grief, to take whatever might be coming from him*

No, wali. The only grief you should ever feel is your own. Shouldering others will make it difficult for you.

But...

My feelings are very powerful, magnified by my state. I would not let you hurt yourself through me.

Were you able to get the help that you needed?

... No.

What did you do then?

I had more important things to do. When we reconciled, I took him back to the capital.

Was he... all right...?

He died.