Perhaps. [ Trahearne draws his lips into a thin line, studying the reflection of the ceiling in his teacup. If it were indeed part of the influence of the waking world, then it would have been unavoidable, in which case. But maybe it would not have been as bad if only-- ]

But I knew of your shadow, yet I did nothing to try and help you, or even learn more about it. I did not even think to ask if there was something I could do for you.

[ If it wasn't evident, Trahearne feels unnecessarily guilty about this, for reasons of which he isn't sure. Perhaps it's because he'd been determined to do things differently this time around, taking the lessons he'd learnt from Orr and the Pact and Mordremoth and making sure he wouldn't make the same mistakes again.

Maybe his own guilt and anger manifested as the nightmare to begin with.

But then again, it's not really fair to Phantom for him to dump all of this on him, is it? After a moment, his tension dissipates with a sigh as he looks up at him, a genuine look in his eye. He's not trying to gloss over his own feelings, as ugly as they may be. ]

I am glad to see you're well, though.