Sixth...

This is... Getting out of hand.

I slept briefly this afternoon after work, but... I dreamt of when Zant stormed the castle. The flames, and the monsters, and the usurper standing at my throne, watching, enjoying it all... 

Everybody, slaughtered. We surrendered, and they moved through the castle, killing at will, and I...

I could do nothing.

And my castellan dying before me. That was when I awoke.

...But I awoke kneeling on the floor as I had been then, and I thought... I thought my hands were stained with his blood, stained with Eddard's blood...

I must regain control of myself. It will not do to let such a thing happen.

...

I can still smell it... I keep thinking I'm covered in it...