The journey across the Void was a long one as it stretched further than the distance Achilles had traveled to arrive at the Sanctuary of Life in the first place, and the emptiness between regions of reality seemed to extend endlessly in all directions.
And in that time, confined within that isolated bubble of green brilliance, Atraides had become very talkative.
The Commander floated near Achilles's bound and twisted form while twirling concentrated Living Existential Authority of Life around his hand with casual ease, and the verdant energy danced between his fingers like living thing responding to unspoken commands. His voice when he spoke carried weight that suggested he'd been contemplating what to say for some time before finally deciding to articulate his thoughts.
