They were kind enough to teach us curative magic before we were allowed to use the fire on each other. Some of my classmates were poor studies, though. [ He hasn't tried using that here yet, but given the fire and the lightning are just illusions and that his stealth spells have become doubles, he isn't holding his breath on that one.

Balthier listens to rest of David's answer, his own mind turning over recent traumas. ] Cheers to that. Some people don't get better. [ Had his father gotten worse, or was that always who he was? What did that make Balthier? ] Discretion is one of my better qualities; your information is private with me.

It's rough though, being the one to make that call. Justice and protections are all so romantic until your the one, ah, putting down the rabid animal.

Sometimes I wonder how many people thought I was the rabid animal, truth be told.