He gets waken up with a tap on his shoulder from a stick passed through the cell bars, and he quickly comes to and stands at attention.
There's a glint of metal beside the porridge bowl. Canned meat.
Today is a very good day.
He presses his Flow against the can, and the lid snaps off.
He guzzles down the porridge and eats the meat. He resists the urge to sigh or smile when he feels it settle in his stomach, the spiritual energy from it seeping into him.
Grandpa, as he liked to be called, said that they'll be doing more armor training today.