Perhaps, years ago, Neria might have treated him more coldly for his actions. And, in truth, she had not forgiven him for the things he had said and the choices he had made all those years ago. But time and distance had given her a certain clarity when it came to the things that had come to pass in those days.
They had been children then, the both of them. Neither of them had really understood the world. She had been sheltered in many ways by her time in the Circle. She had been a prisoner, yes, but she had no way of understanding the infinite complications of the world outside of Kinloch Hold. But such was the way of things. Mages weren't expected to have lives of their own, so why should their knowledge of such a life matter.
It was rather the same for Templars in many ways. They were expected to serve the Chantry at the exclusion of all else. For all that she had a great disdain for the Order as a whole, she knew enough to feel pity for the individuals. Most of them had been given to the Chantry as children, and never really had a chance to choose their path in life.
"I have little room in my life for regrets," she told Cullen. "It seemed needlessly petty not give you a chance to speak your peace. Besides, you left the Order, and that means something."