[ Dimitri tries to catch his breath. He feels as if the world is spinning for a moment and then as if he's going to weep. There are memories in his head now - memories that he revisits in his dreams sometimes or in his waking moments at his worse - of fire and blood and death. He tries to clear his head and focus on what Link is saying to him. ]

...it isn't your fault.

[ Another breath, deep and shuddering. ]

It's... whatever this is. It's drawing from us, clearly.

[ He swallows and starts to push to his feet. ]

I just - it's been thirteen years. And it's still there.