@seventhsith // seventh sister.
the jedi were a group that padmé had always trusted, however little remained of the old order today. despite the reputation that had emerged around the time of her death, she had never lost her faith. apparently, that had been naive.
there was a dull throbbing in the back of her head when she came to, brown eyes fluttering as her pupils quickly dilated to deal with the bright overhead lights. it’d been a young woman, a mirialan with long hair –– she hadn’t hesitated to find somewhere private to speak with her. a massive mistake, something that she could afford to realize now. her instinct to move was quickly shut down as she realized that her hands and wrists were both bound against the uncomfortable, metal chair that she was in. the lights were so bright and fixated in a way that it made it difficult to see the remainder of the room, obvious exits or escapes not an option. instead, the only thing that her gaze could fixate on was her.
“you know who i am,” her voice was uncharacteristically raw. however long she’d been unconscious, it was longer than she realized –– she was thirsty, her stomach ached for food. “you have to realize that you’re making a mistake.”