Oh, God, hangovers suck. I don't even want to know how much I had to drink last night. I don't know how to fix the problem that got me drinking in the first place. And to top it off I had my third Dream last night. While that dream wasn't bad I know something bad is coming up because my sister is having the Dreams as well, but I don't know what or when, just that it will probably be soon, so there's an added dread to the whole thing. And right now I can't talk to her about it. The whole situation sucks.
[Percy]Please, don't tell Marguerite about last night. Don't tell her about the fact I got wasted or that I'm scared Chauvelin might hurt me or her, okay? And don't do anything that's going to get you hurt. It's my screw-up and I don't need you getting dragged into it any more than I've already dragged you into it. Promise me you won't.