Whew, the Force guides me here whenever a new response beckons, and I didn't even subscribe to this thread.
To your inquiry, young squire, the value of my trifles are of equal value to yours, to hers, to his, to the dogs. Each fall equally upon the deaf ears of developers whom do not make habit of taking the baying of hounds to heart, and lock tight their shutters, and perform the tasks that they have sworn to.
Then again, those like you, dear urchin, are but peons whom stand in the streets and decree "You are making me most unhappy! Cease and desist this ill nature you are thrusting upon my person!", to which they would respond, "Nay, child, it is you who makes yourself unhappy. No arrow of mine pierces you. You only wish to thrust your misfortune openly, to say 'behold, I has a cut'. Now begone. Bioware will hear none of it."