[ She has a point. Cullen has gone through the majority of his life being supervised, and he never had much of an issue with it. Those who oversee him were important, their opinions were held highly by him. But now, it is his opinion of others that matters. All the same, it is in that position that he feels it best to not show weakness of any sort. It's why he only told those that mattered of his decision to completely separate himself from his ties to The Order. None of his soldiers have ever been aware of the change. ]

[ Cullen wears a thoughtful, gentle smile at her approval. It is in such views she holds for him that he finds comfort, given the many years that have passed where he could merely wonder. He shifts himself, facing her upfront though his gaze meeting hers looks back down to their hands. He's rather entranced by them, as they provide a feeling he has yet to truly feel in a long, long time. Cullen turns over one of Neria's hands, palm up for his fingers to better touch and examine the lines that adorn it. He is silent in his thoughts, relieved to feel them completely clear of the ones that had plagued him just moments ago. ]

I'm... Glad to hear that.

[ It's strange... Finding relief of those moments are much harder when he is alone. But Neria's presence is soothing enough, both in the fact that she is here and that he can truly have his closure. Her friendship is something he is quite satisfied to lean on. ]

Is it strange that I hold your judgment of me so highly? Even after all this time?