Paul Atreides is a man of gallantry and strategy, or so he likes to think. He's come to terms with the visions spice have enhanced since his arrival on Arrakis. He's seen death both inside his mind and out in the midst of harrowing reality. His own father, perished amidst the loss of their hold, was one of his greater losses, followed by his dearest friend and mentor, Duncan Idaho.

He is no stranger to loss and mourning, but to wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of distant explosions reverberating across the sandy expanse after a particularly brutal dream in which you were burnt by the suns or the heat of a blast is nothing he could ever take lightly. He leaves his tent in disarray, catching sight of the fedaykin around, all watching over the peak of a sandy hill.

He looks around wildly, but he doesn't see you. He scales the sandy mound frantically, faltering at the sight of Sietch Tabr crumbling in the distance, rained by bombs of the Harkonnen. With a pang of panic, he realizes that you must have set off to aid all those inside the sietch. He couldn't expect anything less of you. You are a fighter, one who cares fiercely for your home.

He begs Stilgar to find you, watching desperately as his friend set off for the destruction in search of you. He feels winded, terrified at the thought of losing you. He can only collapse to the sand in silence beside Chani, who watches the destruction of the sietch alongside the surrounding fremen, who mourn the loss of their home in silence.

Generations upon generations of sacred water, the very water that belonged to the fallen, ruined in a matter of minutes. All that the fremen hold dear, gone with sandstone walls and engraved ceilings. Paul is terrified that you will be amongst all that is lost tonight.