Neal breathes out a laugh at his feet, tired and borderline sheepish. "I know. I know you didn't. I did, though. And that, I'm sorry for."

As for that last part though--god, that hurts, it hurts so badly, and it's not because Jedao is wrong. Neal closes his eyes, trying to hold back the burn starting and partially succeeding. They'll just look very damp when he opens them again, gaze now fixed near Jedao's feet.

"He's-- Well, it's not just him. It was never just him. But he's a good commander. He's an excellent commander. His people would probably very literally die for him. I just... didn't realize until fairly recently that I actually wasn't one of his people."

It's a vast oversimplification, but Neal doesn't have the energy or the security to get into the mess that is his relationship with Peter Burke.