He's stopped eating again, and because he never leaves his rooms it's almost impossible for them to be cleaned. Even the windows are filthy. The weather was beautiful today, perfect hunting weather in fact...but the sunlight could barely penetrate the room.

I was going to have them cleaned, but that only seemed to upset him.

All he wants is for Morgana to return. Which is completely impossible and if she ever did come back...well...

I didn't even have a chance to ask him about Uncle Agravaine.

Not that I think it would make a difference...he never told me about Uncle Tristan either. Not even when that wraith was here, killing knights.

I'll never understand Father...but I can't hate him, not now...not when he's like this. He's my father...