Let it Flow
How strange, the quarterly check was supposed to be soon, and yet they hadn't increased the level of sedatives running through her bloodstream, if anything she felt more conscious, more aware of her surroundings. That was the opposite of what she was used to ever since the Jedi Master had bested her blood-crazed self, and put her here in some strange lockup. Although, Persephone had plans even here... She had friends to rely on, even here. The woman forced herself to a sitting position, eyes glancing to the cast on her arm. She could've ripped it off now, but with a plan already in motion, it made more sense to play possum for now. The good little prisoner, as it were.
The door hissed open ahead, as the lights clicked on; forcing her to shield her eyes under their hyper brightness. She hardly looked herself, but her eyes hadn't lost their usual glaring intensity. A second before she would've been able to see what it was however, the smell hit her nostrils; she scoffed at it.
"Oh, you are truly a bold woman. Certainly, you've come to your senses, and have come back to finish it?"
She stated, a false statement, as she knew the Jedi wouldn't have. Not yet anyway. Although she had made a personal pact to make it so one day. One day...
"If not, can you at least tell them to turn off the light"
Persephone offered, leaning back as slowly as she could, but thudding down with a grunt as she lost the ability to control her descent midway. At the very least, she could think straight. While Valery was here, she had a brief window perhaps just after she left to finalize her plans.
Valery Noble