Trunks wouldn't disagree, although it takes a moment for him to properly recognize someone had followed him. The village was deserted, and while it was different from home—it was close enough. The unease and feeling in the air, and the hint of ruin and age started to be overlay by smoke in his mind's eye. Other buildings, more rounded in style but decrepit and damaged and screams and crying...

The tail-end of Sunset's statement manages to break through the haze first, as he turns to look at her. “That's one way to put it.” came the low comment. “We need information though, about that ceremony.” And to keep them away from the portal...