Curious statement there, but not unheard of where Trunks was from. Finding a safe place to stop, and just take in the view. “It's not just...” Trying to put into words what he could only just sense the edge of. “If they're vengeful spirits, then it's rage and pain too, right?”

It seemed like where they'd managed to get to, gave them an over-view of a village. At least part of it. It seemed there was a lake, with a long bridge spanning the distance. Floating them lower afforded them a better look at pathways between older-style Japanese buildings and the streets around them. Landing near the outer edge of one of the buildings, Trunks didn't release her just yet. Touching down, holding it for a second or two to make sure it was safe and ready to go back up and fly if needed.