The episode ends on her face, half in moonlight, half in shadow—a Bene Gesserit who has just learned that saving humanity means becoming its most efficient executioner.
“The prophecy is a lie we tell the universe,” she said softly. “And the truth is a little girl who must never be born.”
She stepped into the ruin.
The vision shattered. Theodosia woke on her knees, vomiting bile and melange. Ember was pulling her back. The obsidian walls were weeping a black fluid that smelled of cinnamon and rot.
“Prepare the Gom Jabbar,” she told the acolytes. “We’re going to need a different kind of test tonight.”