For a moment Nathan wondered why, exactly, he'd forced this. Emrys, Arthur, even Jim, they'd all told him to stay away. To let his failure be just that, to let his mistakes fade into the past. But Nathan had to push it, had to see Mordred face to face again, for what purpose? He was still stinging from Morgause; perhaps they'd all been right. He was in over his head.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, grey eyes serious as they met his. "How I've treated you... I know you won't forgive me. I can't ask that of you. But you deserved to hear me tell you that I was wrong. There's nothing I can say that will make sense to you for my reasons, but I will tell you that they were... That I was confused. I was overwhelmed and I lashed out, and you, unfortunately, bore the brunt of it. I wanted to tell you that."