[He shouldn't ask Caleb to push like that for him. Pressing his finer touch with telekenisis was one thing, this felt...selfish. He was selfish, but he tried his best not to put it on those he loved. He should be selfish for them, not at them, right?]

Soon...[Now...but the word doesn't make it out of his mouth.]

I can tell you the picture of it, at least. They took us and kept us in a pit. Not a lot of room, nearly couldn't huddle to yourself without threat of kicking another. Dirty conditions, limited food and water which were treated as a privilege, one taken away the more you caused trouble. Causing trouble got you beat and sprayed down with salt water to sting and bruise...sometimes other things for the subs there.

There was loud noise nearly all the time and when it stopped and the bright lights would go down was random and untraceable to keep nerves on edge. Some people died cause of it all.

[Impersonal. Neutral, and fact-facing...detached kept Caleb safe but informed...but he wants to tell him, he can feel the press of it as much as habit tells him he shouldn't. He grits his teeth and buries his face in his knees a moment to try and keep his emotions in check.]