A grain of truth? Yeah, probably. This city has a way of pulling people's secrets out of their head, no matter how close to the chest someone keeps their cards.

[ She's been here long enough now not to doubt the veracity of what is presented to her. It's annoying, but most true things are. The flowers continue to chatter between quiet whisps of air, though Yuki realizes there are some voices mixed in that she recognizes even if she can't make out the words. ]

Hm... these ones are borrowing voices. Interesting.