[He can't see himself, of course. If he could, he might be grateful for the somewhat blank features incapable of emoting anything subtle. Instead, it's the flick of an ear, the twitch of a wither, that gives anything away.]

You did your best.

[She stopped the Blight. How could he ever hold any misguided grudge in the face of that?]

It's no excuse. I shouldn't have said them. Not then, not ever. [A pause.] I don't.

[And it's likely he'd say more, except it's then that one of the scientists comes cautiously down the hall, spotting them where they're seated. "You should come with me. It will be safer in a room. Not everyone has the cuffs."

Cullen glances at Neria but nods to the scientist.]

I understand. Shall we, then?