[ That is a long time. Trahearne's gaze flits away in shock, pain, embarrassment when Ori tells him that. He's supposed to be out there helping his fellow dreamwalkers fight against nightmare and noctaere. Not sleeping. There's a brief moment where his brows knit--he's angry that he's allowed this to happen to himself. Frustrated that he has wasted so much time.

But it passes quickly as Ori poses her question, giving his swirl of self-negativity no time to set in. That's probably for the best. Trahearne directs his gaze back up at her, and hesitates. He wants to say no, as always, because he cannot bear the thought of burdening her with yet again another terrible truth, and he has yet to repay her in a significant manner, but...would he not end up like Phantom if he keeps this to himself?

At last, he speaks up. ]

...I suppose it's for all our sakes if I do, isn't it? [ He drops his gaze down to his fingers, fiddling with them for a moment. ]

That voice you heard belonged to Mordremoth, the jungle dragon. I was supposed to lead us to victory against it, as I'd done before, but...one crucial piece of information escaped us. [ This still scares him. His brows lift in worry--he knows there are no other sylvari here, but he still worries about how his people are treated, how he would be treated if the truth got out. ] We sylvari were created by the dragon, and we are meant to serve it. [ A sharp pain shoots through his head, and he winces. Mordremoth is not here, but it still feels like it is. ] Once it decided to take charge...I lost so many of my brothers and sisters that day.

[ He puts a hand to his mouth, trying to keep himself from crying again. It's not his fault, no. But he certainly blames himself for it. ]