Pity, and apologies. Even when they're not verbal, they're there. After forty years, he's used to a range of reactions when someone catches sight of the numbers on his arm. Most people choose to ignore it, which is fine with him. Those apologies don't mean much, anyway. Not because thinks they don't mean it. (The general awkwardness of it all is enough to convince him that they do.) Those apologies don't mean much because they're not the apologies he wants to hear, and he'll never get those. The men (and sometimes women) who did this weren't sorry for what they did.

He'd been right when he thought it wasn't that sort of camp. It sounds like a better camp than the one where he spent time.

"You're not a doctor. What role do you have there?"