[Gilgamesh, once again, lets his expression do the talking for him—bright, full of mischief, and reflecting a resounding but of course.

Gilgamesh lets Setsuna charge on ahead and have his fun with the giggling children, who seem no worse for the wear despite having their hideout discovered and enjoy every bit of snow lobbed their way; meanwhile he's "ambushed" by a few more camping out beside a hollowed tree. By the time he makes it to the stormed fortress, there's little ones hanging off his arms and one stashed on his back.

Had these been adults, Gilgamesh would've cut them down mercilessly, broken bones and bloody noses and much worse besides. But in the spirit of things he allows them to cling and climb over him and assesses Setsuna's work with clear approval.]

I see you've performed acceptably. [Addressing the children:] Be good and thank the heroes for their time.

["Thank you, heroes!" they chime in together. Some run off; others huddle closer, holding out hands. Gilgamesh gives Setsuna a nudge.]

You were curious about before, right? Try it with them and see.

[Gilgamesh doesn't actually know if it will work with the common citizenry, but now's as good a time as any to try.]