“You at least are human,” Jessica blurted. “I trust my instinct on this.” Ghanima saw the truth in this, said: “But you’re not sure of Leto.” “I’m not.” “Abomination?” Jessica could only nod. Ghanima said: “Not yet, at least. We both know the danger of it, though. We can see the way of it in Alia.” Jessica cupped her hands over her eyes, thought: Even love can’t protect us from unwanted facts. And she knew then that she still loved her daughter, crying out silently against fate: Alia! Oh, Alia! I am sorry for my part in your destruction.
