Cullen misses people from Kirkwall, then feels bad for missing them because no one else does.
It’s hard to say you miss a woman who turned on everyone, who wanted to annul all the mages for the act of one and who drove herself insane with red lyrium.
Even if she’s the same woman who guided you when you were fresh from learning of new hells, and trained you to protect yourself from them should they happen again.
The only other person you’ve found who has some understanding of what you’ve been through.
A woman who gave you a place and position and a purpose again so you could prove to yourself you weren’t the same person who was trapped and tortured.
The same woman and commander that you trusted for years until suddenly you couldn’t. It’s hard to say you miss a man who stands at Corypheus’ side and leads his army of Red Templars.
Even if he’s the same man you shared quarters with in Kirkwall. The man who’s job was taken from him due to his sympathies with the mages, for passing notes between lovers of all things.
The same man who noted Meredith’s madness before you could, who intended to unseat her even if he did begin to doubt.
The man who’s job you returned and who fought by your side against the Knight-Commander when her madness finally broke free. The man you could have been but weren’t.
Cullen misses people for who they were and what they were to him, not what they became, and it’s hard because no one else knew them like that.