"I was taken from my mother at birth, given to the Bene Gesserit for their breeding program. I trained for years, was fed spice until I looked as the Fremen did, total addiction. I was raised to this thing, Vader. I was raised to be what I am--Bene Gesserit, Fremen, a weapon for them to use. Their plan, it did not work. I remember many deaths, then sand. My Order did not look for me, they left me to the desert, alone. I survived."
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