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Sotapangaea wrote:

Julma nodded, mumbling her thanks to the guards as they left, as she took the moment to glance around the doctors office for anything useful, a communications device, a knife, anything, her mind waging a war on two fronts as she methodically went through her life, recalling the various events that had made her who she was.
Death, betrayal, newfound acceptance, independence, loyalty, power, and now, powerlessness. She went through every notable facet of her life in an attempt to search for the alien presence, stifling her own frustration at the child-like behavior it exhibited as she combed her mental space for it, making another futile attempt to reach through the Force and sense anything, especially something nearby her like this disembodied parasite of the mind.

As Julma looked around she'd see a child, no older than 8 standing across from her, she'd be wearing an old school uniform with a skirt just going below her knees, socks going past them, her skin white.. after a second it seemed like she lacked any colour at all. She stared at Julma, dry blood on her cheek and bruising around her right eye. She then looked down at her hands with dirt on them.. then she was gone on a blink of an eye.
That was different, the voice said before going silent again for a few moments before talking again, though her voice more sad.
I-.... Why do you hate me so much?

There also seemed to be scalpels locked in a case, needles were in a sanitary... thing and there was some sharp stuff in the hazardous materials bin. Outside the door there was footsteps though they stopped and two voices seemed to start talking