How dare you turn your back on
the centuries of our breeding programmes.
I’ll pay for my mistakes.
And your son will pay it with you.
We’ll do what we can.
He may be worth saving…
…but for the father, nothing.
Good thing you don’t play your baliset
as badly as you fight, Gurney-man.
It’s too bad Duncan isn’t here.
- Then I could get a real workout.
- Now you’ve done it.
Whoa, Gurney-man.
Never submit to anger.
Fast on defence, slow on the attack.
You forgot your first principle, Gurney.
Not likely.
Look down, lad.
Perhaps you’d like to sing soprano
next time I play.
Guess I’m just not in the mood today.
Not in the mood?
Mood is a thing for cattle and women,
young pup.
Mood is not for fighting.
Even with the Weirding ways
your mother teaches you.
It’s that old Bene Gesserit witch.
Something she said…
…or did.
The navigator is arriving.
Spacing Guild shuttle N-117
arriving central transport part.
This zone is now restricted.
We’ll be on our way to Arrakis soon.
It is said that they depend on the spice…
…and that without it, they can’t navigate.
It is said.
They used to be human, didn’t they?
Until the spice changed them.
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