@mehlange ASKED, "𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆—𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔." ( 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 )
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄. eyes cast down toward the floor as she thinks over his words, hands coming to clasp together at her front as piercing eyes rise && focus on paul from where she stands. it was an odd thing to consider, but given everything it wasn’t that hard to conceptualize. violence is a cycle, a cycle that much of humanity or any other living form hasn’t ever not experienced. violence, blood, war seemed a constant factor is many people’s history no matter the place, the time, or the reason ! ( take the harkonnen’s for example. how many lives did they take? how much blood did they spill? murder stains their soul like the blood on a blade⸻the same can be said for anyone else. ) as unfortunate as it is, it almost feels inescapable. living in complete, utter peace isn’t a 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝙽 reality for them nor will it ever be, irulan considers. ; ❝ if that were true then wouldn’t all of us be 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 under the weight of all that violence? ❞ she asked aloud, tone even with an edge of curiosity for his answer. ❝ for most of us, the violence && bloodshed our ancestors caused is enough to damn us. we’d never be able to clean it up, to make up for it. it’d be inescapable. ❞ a deep breath taken into her chest, thumb rubbing against palm of her other hand: ❝ if we thought like that nothing would ever get done, because we’d all be dead before we got the chance. ❞