He only has the Mountain Dew and his sketchbook, and he shakes his head quietly, but it's impossible not to be thinking of Percival and the unicorn, Percival catching the cicada, Percival finding birds' nests and badger dens and making friends with every stray dog in Camelot. Galahad has the foolish light-footed thought that maybe God isn't angry with him after all, if He's let him have another Percival -- maybe it's as Tress said in the very beginning, that His silence is only trust -- but he knows that that can't possibly be true. He's just been fortunate that people here are kind.

"What else does it say?"