The idea that Caleb did it in kind did not horrify him; they had both done similar in such positions before. They had committed their own atrocities when locked in rooms. He had killed prisoners almost as often as he had given the order. He remembered a dank cell in with his not-yet-friends behind him and the spy-

So, no. That did not horrify him or sway him, but it did soften his eyes slightly. He couldn’t even ask if it was deserved, because this place would always justify it.

“The rules of this place, then?” The dawning realization that he could be in that position, that it could Caleb and Essek having to do this to one another, settled in the back of his mind, but he shoved it away. He would not think of it, not now. Perhaps, just a discussion for after they were in his room.

“How wounded are you? I could run a bath.”