The Academy: well, someone should sleep, then.

“They tried and failed, all of them?”
“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “They tried and died.”

The irony is that he might even enjoy that.

“What is wrong with shadows?”

Another might’ve smiled when asking such a question and turned his face to her, to share a sympathetic glance. Not Leto. He might as well be stone: silent and ramrod straight, alert as a sentry for all the inelegant lack of attention he seems to show. Rude? Perhaps. Disgusting? Perhaps. Leto?

Most certainly.

“I would rather be one.”

There is, of course, the inherent innuendo as the name of shadow means something – and his non-voice lets clear that he doesn’t care to distinguish the true significance of his words. Leto, proud, ruthless Leto does not seem to want anything to do with semantics.

Even in such curt, toneless words, however, he reveals far more than it seems.

“By their own fault.”

Not one to mince his words, Leto.

leto
of sandworms and fire;