Dearest, when am I ever unsure of a decision? More importantly, when am I ever wrong? That ancient machine isn't doing anyone any favors. Ah, wonderful, ma'am, we need some assistance. My beau here needs a new machine. Nothing cheap. [ Balthier squeezes David's arm possessively with the arm he isn't escorting him on. There were a lot of people like this in Archadia -- vapid and demanding. He knows the role well. ]