After all those years he spent learning not to listen to his conscience (it's there, choked and fractured and ossified but there, another way in which he never forgets quite where he came from), retraining himself to respond to the thought 'that's a terrible thing to do' as something other than a suggestion is an ongoing and somewhat surreal process that he has no intention of discussing.

He can't avoid his past or his secrets forever, but Balthier - at least - doesn't have to be his confessor.

"A moat would likely be a little much," he sighs.