Andrew is simply reading in bed - half paying attention to what was on the page - when he sees Bea approach his cell. Hm. She was easily the warden who he was most apprehensive of, and she elicits that discomfort even moreso when he knows there’s only one reason she’d be here.
“Prisoner 002, Andrew Edgeworth– it’s your turn in the projection chair again. Any comments for the wardens before we begin?”
Though her everpresent smirk remains on her face, the red-headed warden sticks to the script as she opens the cell door. Maybe she can take a hint, after all? Or maybe she’s just not very excited about the potential of this projection.
He’s as unamused and dry as ever, rolling his eyes as he lifts himself up to follow her to the projection room.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
Procedures are supposed to be less nerve-wracking the more often they’re done, yet Andrew only feels more anxious during this go-around. However, he doesn’t let it show too much on his face outside of the slight furrowing in his brow in an attempt to have some modicum of pride in the ordeal.
It’s all for nought in the end when Andrew spots a certain individual entering the room, and he instantly goes tense. But before he’s able to give any kind of objection, the projection sends him under.
