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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[mind_over_metal]

*lying very still*

It's just me, Leto.

[goddamnemperor]

Oh, I know. I have my death mapped out in my heart.

[mind_over_metal]

Then don't say silly things about invulnerability.

[goddamnemperor]

Are you scared for me? Don't be.

[mind_over_metal]

Scared? No, I wouldn't say that. Worried, perhaps. Sad. Regretful. Hopeful.

[goddamnemperor]

Hope, yes. Hope enough that mankind will survive me. I have no regrets, Charles. Even now, I will not regret it.

[mind_over_metal]

That doesn't mean that I still can't wish more for you.

[goddamnemperor]

If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets.

[mind_over_metal]

Or jump straight into the water.

[goddamnemperor]

Even if there are sharks?

[mind_over_metal]

If that's where I need to go.

[goddamnemperor]

It is still waters you should be wary of.