Neko Miko Reimu ai shiteru
Neko Miko Reimu nani shiteru
Neko Miko Reimu shuran yurari
Neko Miko Reimu muron furari
Ginaz battle chant
Kyouko stared at Sayaka while she mended her clothes, it was not the first time she saw someone heal quickly but not this quickly.
Sayaka put on her robe “Tleilaxu did something at the request of Reverend Mother Bella, I cannot have children. I still choose to age”
Kyouko smiled as she took a spiced date and ate it “Of course the Tleilaxu did something and no Reverend Mother would allow that to enter the genepool. A face dancer and a Reverend Mother, Bella really is desperate”
Sayaka unsheathed her sword, stared at its reflection “After the Rossak pain wounds stopped mattering, you know, nothing compares to it. I was to marry, he played the violin”
“The Zensunni Jihad?” Kyouko asked in a low voice
Sayaka laughed, it was forced, painful “I wish, a tragedy would sound better. He married someone else, after I gave myself to the Tleilaxu for their experiments. He had lost a hand, the Tleilaxu gave him a new one, I never told him I did it. I even wonder why I’m telling you this. I’m supposed to be better, I am Bene Gesserit!”
“We are still women” Kyouko ate another date, she offered one to Sayaka.
Sayaka took it, took a small nibble of it.
“Though, is this pain for the loss of the idea of the life you’d have? Or for him specifically?” Kyouko noticed pain in Sayaka’s story, but the pain was not when she mentioned him, the pain was when she mentioned someone else, Kyouko was observant enough to notice how Sayaka stared at her, quite normal for some Bene Gesserit, many of which never even considered breeding with men.
Sayaka blushed, she now considered the idea of having mended her clothes in another room. “Are you hitting on me?!”
Kyouko chuckled “So our plan is to storm the citadel?”
Sayaka shrugged “Homura just sent a quick transmission, I barely speak Sardau. Any ideas?”
The Sardaukar receiver was still strange to Kyouko, it basically received a message in morse code and printed it in a small iron needle. Kyouko stared at the markings, Homura had not encrypted it, but she used a lot of slang.
Kyouko shrugged “I thought you knew her better”
“I know only what Madoka tells me about her, though it sounds like an entirely different person” Sayaka rested against her chair “Any ideas then?”
Kyouko nodded “In a month there will be a large pilgrimage for the death of Muad’Dib, security will be tight but we can enter the citadel then”
Sayaka had expected more pushback from Kyouko, though she was a far better Reverend Mother than herself, she was quick to realize the trouble they were in, the odd idea of following orders from Homura’s prescience, it appeared to make no sense, she had saved Madoka putting her life at risk.
Homura’s motifs always seemed strange, in fact she always stopped Madoka from drinking the poison, perhaps she knew Madoka’s potential, she couldn’t be wasted to the Rossak poison. They needed the water of life. Perhaps this is what they needed to do, probably Kyouko had already come to the same conclusion.
Sayaka sheathed her sword “We have little time, we need little time”
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