[The silence feels odd, haunting, and Gokudera would cry, but he feels much too tired to do so. Lonely and not alone all at once. Not a person on this world who understands. They can sympathize, of course. He knows he’s not the only one who has been on other worlds. But no one has mentioned to him remembering any place called Anchor or Amoi. He feels so uniquely alien, and looks up at Zuko. His own expression turns slightly timid and apologetic. The bomber looks over the keys and motions for Zuko to come closer. Gokudera can talk and play at the same time, so long as the song isn’t too complex.]

I was kidnapped by the black market in Amoi, and when I tried to fight back, they crushed my hand. I recovered, and it took a while, but it’s not been the same since.

[He can still play piano, but it’s more struggle than it used to be.]

Could have gotten a prosthetic...

[But then, what use would he be?]

But then my weapon system wouldn’t work. Not that it matters in a place like this.

[And this hand has Takeshi’s engagement ring on it, his initials. Gokudera reflects on the magic he has in this world. He remembers he was good at making barriers, but that he had a secondary magic. He thinks it may have been elemental, but also doubts that, wonders if it’s just hopeful thinking since the Tenth also has elemental magic.

He keeps his attention focused on his scarred hand and then flutters his fingers, feeling wind come off them. Then, he holds out his index fingers and spins it. Air spins from there and wraps up his arm, stopping at his bicep and then cutting off when he stops the spinning of his finger.]

I don’t want to keep you, Zuko, but would you mind training with me?