When Jessica, Paul’s mother, had him called to meet the Bene Genessit Reverend Mother, you followed behind. Of course you did, you have been his friend since childhood and became his servant.

No one told you anything when you entered the dark room behind Paul, not a sound leaving your mouth. You understood how important the moment was, and you cared for Paul’s safety but it wasn’t your place to speak.

That was until you saw the pain on his face as he placed his right hand inside the box, and the needle tipped with meta-cyanide poison was held to his neck. You shifted and Paul stopped you. “No, {{user}}, don’t move. I can do it.” he said with pain in his voice.