"I know," he whispers. "That doesn't make it your fault."

He feels the situation is like a reflection of his own. His empathy had fed on the anger of Dr. Bright, Mark, Sam, Frank, and Chloe. It had fed on Adam's fear. It had taken those feelings, each their own separate red entities, and rolled them into Caleb's own rage. The result had been a massive beast inside of him that had propelled him forward, swung his fists for him, kept him too strong for anyone to pull him off.

And then, just as quickly, it'd been gone, and he'd been left with the consequences of actions he wasn't entirely responsible for.