Jude || Lana RP
Jude stood at the counter top, kneading the bread as her glazed over eyes stared down towards her hands. Oddly enough, this was kind of relaxing.
She then looked up, seeing how the other patients were handling this. No one seemed to be completely upset with the activity. She quickly realized though, that she could have simply been perceiving it that way in order to sooth her own tarnished conscience.
Her eyes moving to the door, she saw Lana step into the room. She noted that the woman looked as though she had just had all the life wiped out of her. Perhaps she had stopped caring. Perhaps, it was Jude's fault that she was being tortured for no reason.













