Rubbing her arms Iris felt a chill breeze by in what felt like an empty building, of course it wasn’t empty there were guards’ around and no doubt prisoners in other cells. When listening she thought she could hear the faint moans of people, but it was so faint, so quiet that she honestly thought it could be her on mind playing tricks on her. It had honestly been an emotional roller coaster and she felt exhausted, especially as it all started to catch up to her. Focusing on getting Cas home had really hidden a lot, it had pushed down thoughts and feelings she didn’t want to admit too and some of them scared her. How easy she was to just except death, like there was nothing else she could do in life. [color=f49ac2][i]Well… I’m not wrong. No. Stop it[/i][/color]. Already battling with her mind as she moved towards the corner of the cell and sitting herself down in it. 

Pulling her knees up to her chest she placed her head on her arms as she tried to make herself as small as she could in the cell. As if this would hide her and shield her from the reality. The cold cement flooring sent shivers through her body as she kept herself quiet, there was nothing to be gained by talking. Nothing to lose either if she didn’t because she felt like she already knew her fate. 

[color=f49ac2][i]Death is not really an escape though is it?[/i][/color]

Closing her eyes as if she could get some rest, she knew sleep would evade her, it had done so before back in the prison because places like this just made her feel uneasy. There was something about these places that brought on bad memories and feelings and she didn’t know why, not with the fact she was still recovering a lot of them to this day. [color=f49ac2][i]I wonder if when inches away from death I’ll remember everything of my life? Do I really want to remember everything?[/i][/color] Feeling a weight on her chest as she knew they would have to question her, they’d want to know about what happened to the Prince of course and as she was a confirmed member of the rebellion, daughter of the leader they would assume she would have knowledge. Valuable knowledge that could kill every last rebel. 

[color=f49ac2][i]I… I don’t want to give them information though. I know they hurt Cas, what they are doing is wrong… but giving them the information… it will only lead to more death, more bombings of districts. Bel Bicis… No. I can’t. Not when so many lives could be lost. Cas is safe now, the prison was clearly hit, Ethan is probably dead… who knows what happened to my father. Is there a risk of them trying to hurt the monarchy again?[/i][/color] As if battling with her own thoughts Iris felt torn, as much as she was fighting for Prince Caspains safety she did also have a duty of care to the people of the districts. That was where she had come from, that was where she had grown up and only because of bad things happening did the rebellion start in the first place. [color=f49ac2][i]I’ve betrayed enough people for a lifetime. I won’t anymore[/i][/color]. Iris had been so lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear the rattle of her cell with someone trying to get her attention. 

“Ergh… why are we even bothering. Prisoners respond far better when dehydrated.” One of the guards muttered to himself as he had tried to gain her attention from the bars, he was holding a glass of water in his hands as ordered by Curry. “Hello!? [i]Girl[/i]?” Rolling his eyes as he still had no answer, he reached into the cell bars and placed the cup of water down onto the floor. “Water, you ungrateful piece of shi…” Trailing off as he stopped himself from insulting her he wouldn’t get himself into trouble over someone who clearly didn’t care. Sighing heavily, he used his own com device informing that water had been given, well placed as the prisoner refused to even acknowledge him or the water. 

[i]Sir, prisoner is unresponsive she doesn’t want it, I’ve placed it in her cell. [/i]

Ending the comms, he shook his own head before he moved off to keep watch over something more interesting than this.