People...choosing to do the right thing. He looks at this place and wonders where exactly is she seeing that sentiment play out when everyone here seems to cling to their pain and refuse help beyond the need for bonds fostered under a forceful existence.

He pauses for a bit, eyes glancing ahead- beyond the park to the trees and the quiet calm of the shrine.

She is shifting the narrative to others again. He had her. He just needs to-

"That's a really special way to look at it," he smiles. "And something I would relate to, given that I have a mini garden back home. Or well, even here honestly."

Pull her away from the mourning. Distract her before she sees that he's being too defensive.