[The falcon catches Paul's eye again. She's the tiniest he's ever seen, even smaller than the desert hawks of Arrakis, but still a bird of prey. Paul wonders what it means that she's connected to this diligent, careful boy. He keeps breathing through the pinching tug of the stitches, humming softly at a sensitive spot here or there.]
So you were training to pilot a Titan? Operate it?
[He recognizes the way the word is stressed as referring to something specific, but he can't quite place the meaning by context. Whatever it is, it seems connected to the distant way Falco keeps referring to what happened, as if he was as much an unhappy outsider to it as Paul was.]
[He leans to the side to peer down at his leg and adds softly:] That's a neat stitch. Good work.
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So you were training to pilot a Titan? Operate it?
[He recognizes the way the word is stressed as referring to something specific, but he can't quite place the meaning by context. Whatever it is, it seems connected to the distant way Falco keeps referring to what happened, as if he was as much an unhappy outsider to it as Paul was.]
[He leans to the side to peer down at his leg and adds softly:] That's a neat stitch. Good work.