[Aerith nods— she has no personal experience with royalty, but what Minfilia suggests fits in with every book she's ever read that included some kind of class division, and it's true of life in the slums, as well. It's always the people on the bottom who know the most, the ones who are always watching and listening, the ones that so often get overlooked. She's heard countless people speak freely about potentially sensitive information in front of her while selling flowers on the upper plate just because they didn't think her important enough to worry about.]
Assuming she wants her daughter brought back home, I'd hope she wouldn't be so cagey with us... but you're right. We should look to the bottom for information, not the top.
[It's a good plan.]
They're the ones who see and hear everything. Considering we don't have fishtails, I think we can give up any chance of blending in, but if we're open with them, they should want to talk to us, don't you think? Everyone wants to be heard.
[Especially those who might feel they're too far beneath others to be so.]
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Assuming she wants her daughter brought back home, I'd hope she wouldn't be so cagey with us... but you're right. We should look to the bottom for information, not the top.
[It's a good plan.]
They're the ones who see and hear everything. Considering we don't have fishtails, I think we can give up any chance of blending in, but if we're open with them, they should want to talk to us, don't you think? Everyone wants to be heard.
[Especially those who might feel they're too far beneath others to be so.]