[Oren looks up at Taashath from his seat on the bed and he looks a little like he's in pain admitting this. He knows how crazy it sounds. This whole thing is a mess.]

Elves...we were elves...and, well, I'm not just an elf. I'm qunari, too. Most people don't really see me as an elf anyway, what with the horns and everything, but you do. You did. That's just one of the reasons I went to go fight that dragon in the first place...

[There is desperation in Oren's eyes as he searches Taashath's for some recognition or understanding or something. Any indication that Taashath believes him, even a little bit. He doesn't know if he can go back to the dragon fight or if he's stuck in this strange human version of his own life but if he is stuck here, knowing that his own partner doesn't believe him about what their lives were before...it hurts too much to think about.]