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There wasn't a scrap of disapproval in Peregrine's gaze. (Leave that to Fox!) There was only surprise, horror and dismay there. "Why?" he said again, more quietly this time, notes of defeat and grief in his voice. Why would Whip do this to himself? Why would he let it get this bad? Why hadn't he said something? The monarch had already felt like a failure before this but now he felt... well, he felt not unlike that day when he had thrown himself down the mountain after Peter's death. A tremor wracked his body.

His ears fell back when Fox appeared and began shouting at their son. "Do you see me now?" Whip asked them dispassionately, refusing to look at them. Peregrine didn't intend to play good cop/bad cop with Fox but he couldn't help but ignore her fury and ask softly, "What do you mean...?" Whip hadn't been very present ever since Peter's death and they had all struggled with it. But they'd all been right here. "We're right here, Whip."