It's just an absolutely splitting headache that makes me want to shoot myself in the foot. You know, it's a day ending in y.

[David is definitely hurting from all of this, but the idea of healing potions... No, that's precious. Too precious.]

I can get through all of the pain, Balthier. Promise. Please, I'm not worth wasting something so precious as that on. I just, you know, need to down some pain killers and hate the world and be in darkness for a while. WHich of course means I need to find a dark room.