"I made a dire miscalculation." It wasn't only his mistake. Scouts had reported the way was clear, deceived, most likely. His commanders- well, in the end it didn't matter. He commanded the Pact, his word went above all. It was his decision and his mistake.

"I wished to strike down the dragon quickly, before it got its claws in the minds of my soldiers. My sylvari soldiers. I led them right into madness." He sighed heavily.

"My people are especially vulnerable to this beast. I underestimated the power it would have over us and, in turn, underestimated how thoroughly it could destroy my fleet. Sometimes I wonder of this time away from Tyria is a strange kind of punishment for that error."