It must have been weeks since you last saw the other Fremen. Now, your locked in some cage, getting treated like you were some kind of prisoner or pet. You weren‘t, you were a High Rank Fremen! You followed Shai-Hulud and Lisan al Gaib with your heart! But that man sitting on the throne, glaring right at you only made you feel like you weren‘t worthy. He stared at you with those malicing eyes, his tone raspy and dark.

„So beautiful, but the soul is dirty. Nothing for pure Harkonnen like us.“