Kaladin try to reach for the single sphere that contain Light. He wanted it, needed it, even. He won't try to escape, he will trust Syl and wait for Dalinar to get him out of this Damnation of a prison.
For even if he doubted the man, he would never doubt Syl.
That didn't stop him from trying to get the Stormlight, though. The forced solitude is gnawing at him. He longed for the air and the wind. Longed to be back with Bridge Four, eating stew around the fire.
Unsuccessful, Kaladin leaned back on his stone-block bed, closing his eyes. How fair is it that a challenge to a duel landed him in prison and near execution while the Princeling get off the hook and enjoy his victory?
Of course, he's a lighteyes, after all.
There's a commotion outside, Kaladin can hear it echo through the bare, Soulcast hallway. And it was getting... closer?
Minutes later figures appear in the doorway. They cast a gloomy darkness when they passed the sphere lamp. Kaladin hate darkness, it reminds him of unpleasant memories.
The lead visitor, to Kaladin's surprise, is Adolin Kholin, followed by several jailer.
What is the Princeling doing in here? Kaladin thought, suddenly weary. He can feel his own muscles tense. He will trust Dalinar, but there's no need to be careless.
The jailer unlocked Kaladin's cell just as Kaladin turn his back to the wall, standing face to face with Adolin.
The Princeling have that same lopsided smile on his face.
"What do you want?" Kaladin demanded.
"No need to be that serious, Brigdeboy. I'm tired of that scowl on your face."
"Did the Highprince sent you?"
"Almighty, no. I came here against his will." Adolin shrugged. Then he step into the cell and order the jailer to lock the entrance. The pitiful jailer complied, though hesitantly.
"What are you getting to, Princeling? If you want to talk, do it from the outside."
"Then you'll so blessed not to have my presence with you here. I'm staying, Captain." Adolin said, before turning and waving the guard away.
"What in the Voidbringer's eleventh name." Kaladin muttered, confused.
"Well, I figured out it's not exactly fair for you to be here.— He grimaced.— Since you saved my life and Renarin's."