Cullen nodded tightly. This was the hardest part of it all. At least with Neria he wouldn't have to recount what had happened to him in an attempt to explain. She'd seen him on his knees in that magical prison, desperately praying for help and trying not to look at the piles of ruined flesh that had once been his friends and comrades. She'd seen her own friends and fellow apprentices cut down by Uldred and his people, as well. She might not know exactly what happened, but she knew enough - certainly she knew as much as Cullen had ever been able to say to anyone.
"I wanted to apologize," he said. "When we last spoke...you had just saved my life and many others, and I was too completely out of my head to recognize it. I insulted you, and I advocated for what would have been nothing more than legalized murder, because I felt broken and afraid and being angry was easier than admitting it. I cannot undo what I did, then or in the times that followed, but I am sorry for it. I do what I can now to make things better, but if there is a way that you would prefer I make amends to you personally, I will."