Blood-stained note found on an unnamed corpse in the O'odham

To hell with the Atreides. It doesn’t matter whether this house or that house wins. Dukes, Barons, Emperors. It doesn’t matter who rules, the rest of us suffer. I gave it my best shot with that spice we found on Ix, 'cause the Atreides are sure as hell not winning this war. It was just my luck that it was powdered death. I used to be like them, before; I idolized the Duke. For a moment, when he interceded on my behalf, when that blasted Fenring was breathing down my neck about the spice we stole, I thought maybe I was worth something. But what he did wasn't about me; it was about his damn honor. His ideals. Damn them. Damn them all. There are many like me out there who are losing faith. We all know it's only a matter of years before this House finally crumbles. And I damn well know any of them would have grabbed this free ticket off this wretched planet no matter the cost. The Duke can die here on Arrakis if he wants. I would have preferred that this wasn't my fate.