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Kaladin
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This is what comes of trusting lighteyes, Kaladin thought as he reached Dalinar’s camp prison. It was a small, nearly windowless building with thick walls. Inside, in an isolated section, Kaladin was placed in a cell. The cell itself wasn’t particularly large, but it wasn’t small either. It consisted of a long rectangle, separated in two by large steel bars. Kaladin found himself in the farther part of the cell, where a large stone bench acted as a bed. He figured the unused part of the room on the other side of the bars could serve as a hall for visitors, something which allowed people to see prisoners while making sure said prisoners were still very much in cage.
Although there was a small window up near the ceiling, there was barely any light in the room. The window seemed to overlook a sheltered courtyard, inside the prison itself. The covered courtyard explained the possibility of a window, since it wouldn't fill the cell with water during highstorms that way.
The bottom of the opening was the same level as the ground outside. For a second, old reflexes kicked in and Kaladin wondered if he could escape that way. It was probably just large enough to let him pass if he happened to be able to climb up there, but three large steel bars also blocked the way. And even outside of his cell, he would still be inside the prison. He sighed. If he had wanted to escape, he should have done it earlier. Before any guards touched him after Elhokar spoke. Storming man. How could they imprison him so easily after a few words from one man? A lighteyes was all it took to make him a captain, another one to strip it away from him. He should have expected this.
He sat down on a stone bench, waiting, until Syl finally drifted into the room.
- Never, Kaladin said, looking at her, never again, Syl.
- Kaladin . . .
He closed his eyes, turning and lying down on the cold stone bench.
He was in a cage once again.