He'd never been told to get healthy first. What a strange notion. He nodded at the information about Izzy's grandchildren, muttering the new names under his breath, and then ducked his head a little at her last questions.
[It was as bad as it always has been. Straight after you left, the place was in lock-down and there were random beatings going on for days, for no real reason other than the overseers were annoyed. I got spoken to. And then I was assigned to the Pits again.] He left out the electrowhip that was responsible for the wounds on his back, the reduced rations and all the usual awfulness. Izzy didn't need to hear about that.