It would be typical of a Jedi to not see the bigger picture. The spirit that held them under the ichor's power had weakened as the Jedi Master severed the spirit from its physical being, of course it would be a corpse, but Maeve could not decide if the result was a relief or brought her a dissatisfaction. She felt her thumb flick over the switch of her lightsaber, having ready to defend the Forgotten and Dathomir, but with her own will, she felt the hesitation in her attempt to gain control over her own thoughts and actions. However, it would seem it would all end quickly. As power of the ichor weakened and eventually dissipated from their bodies, Maeve felt herself gasp for a breath, the feeling as though she were being held under water for a moment too long, the reality setting in as she could feel herself ready to ignite her blade.
However, the Forgotten was not done, though she were to be finally severed from the living, it became clear she was indeed speaking of truth about the Entity. The heaviness of the darkness was nothing she ever felt before, even with her own experiences in the dark side, she was uncertain if this were something she should attempt to bring under her grasp of the dark arts. Regardless, Maeve was not ready to find out, her own inner voice told her this was not going to help her in her quest for knowledge and power as she could feel the cold tendrils of the unknown. But the Forgotten would make one last sacrifice as she would leave forever, weakening the Entity...for now.
Maeve scowled at the Jedi in the room, she felt rather uncomfortable, exhausted even as she looked around for an exit. Being in the presence of so many Jedi was not ideal. One of them happened to be talking to her as she referenced her as Extra Crispy, which was enough of a spark to burn. She painfully dug her nails into her palm as she tightened her fists, but upon hearing the other Sith was waiting outside, from what it sounded, waiting for a fight, this would be of course the most urgent. She wasn't in a mood to interact nicely even with her own brethren especially after the nonsense with a power unfamiliar to the dark side as she known, and after being covered in worm guts, Dathomir could burn for all she cared.