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The mixed, violent emotions were threatening to tear his heart asunder. He kept moving though, at a long, but mechanical gait. Arrakis blinked back tears, and wondered why they were there. Was it the memory of his family? Or was it something more... He hadn't felt this lost in a long time, and he suddenly wished Chani was around. He told himself to stop thinking, that was for the better. But he couldn't loose the images. His mother's corpse, his father's funeral, killing Aragorn Freelight... And that girl! That... Mistral... Why was he dwelling in the past? Why had he let unearthed demons get to him? Shuddering slightly he stooped by the pond in front of his home, scooping the cool water into his hands and washing the blood off his face.
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