Separated from convoy. Leg shattered and useless. Evening now, thank God. Stopped bleeding. Will try and seal stillsuit. Update later.
Dawn. Desert hawks circling. Back home, hawks are an Atreides symbol. Arriving, our Duke took kinship with them. Liet-Kynes wrote fascinating report. How they find food, conserve water. Wish they could teach me. Update later.
Afternoon. Stillsuit failing. Thirsty. Hawks landing near me. Predators, but not above scavenging. Sky burial, ancient tradition on Old Terra. Fremen thought hawks were psychopomps. Update later.
Thirsty! Waving arms. When hawks get too close. Let them know I’m alive. Wasting nutrients. I’m not food.
Night. Thirst. Hawks all around. Bobbing heads. Excited. Human faces. People I know. Human hands instead of talons. Reaching for me. Take me home.