If Alejandro was seeing red then Cal was sure as shit seeing the same thing if not a much darker shade. Sandy was his sister, family, and the thought of her being shoved into isolation with her powers cut off was enough to fuel the fire under his ass. Turned it nuclear even, but then he hadn't gotten the name of Rocket for no reason, zero to a thousand in the space of seconds.
That said he had learned that his normal way of dealing with stuff wasn't going to fly and just cause more problems for the Outsiders so Cal had channeled his fury into something else. At an inanimate punching bag to be exact. Without tape. It didn't matter if he was breaking the skin open across his knuckles because his mind was so focused on just getting his aggression out.
This place was bullshit and things weren't the same and people weren't the same as they were on the outside. If anything they felt more fragmented in these walls than they ever had out on the street. Alejandro was absent for the most part and when he did decide to speak up he was admonishing or telling them to not be who they were in the interest of "playing the game" and Cassidy, well, he just fucking loved saying the exact opposite of Cal.
He breathed out harshly through his nose as he delivered another punch which caused the bag to swing almost viciously on the fixtures holding it to the roof.