“No,” Valeria says. “I want to fight him with his own blood. You. You are the Atreides he never expected—a ghola with free will. The Tleilaxu fear you. The Bene Gesserit cannot predict you. You are the error in all their calculations.”
“Then we are both ghosts,” Valeria replies. “But I have a name for you. Destiny Mira was given by Tleilaxu slavers. But your cellular father was Otheym, the Fremen who saved my uncle. Your cellular mother was Jessica’s unspoken regret. You are not a weapon. You are a choice .” destiny mira and valeria atreides
They find each other first.
Valeria proposes a dangerous scheme: use the original charter and the Harkonnen evidence to reignite the Landsraad against the God-Emperor Leto II (who by this time is beginning his transformation). Mira scoffs: “You want to fight a worm with paper.” “No,” Valeria says
Valeria folded the ancient parchment. Outside, a no-ship lifted silently into the star-shot dark. She whispered to the dust: “Go, then, daughter of my blood’s error. Be free. I will carry the war alone.” You are the Atreides he never expected—a ghola