[ It doesn't sound like this is a subject Cain particularly wants to talk about, either. Part of him wonders if the conversation would have been best left there. He clears his throat. ]

I don't think words can ever be sufficient to demonstrate how truly sorry I am that I allowed myself to become so... monstrous.

[ In fact, he's still trying to think of an apology that might come close to being sufficient. His cheeks warm as he continues talking, voice more and more firm, as if he's trying to convey his typical air of confidence. This time, he's likely not very convincing. ]

I don't hold it against you, what you did. I know that you were doing everything in your power to save ourselves. I don't know why it worked, but it did. That's all that matters.