Oh the collar that was put on me, to mark me as property on Amoi. Until Yamamoto deactivates it-
[Gokudera stops and turns to face Zuko, then reached up and slips his fingers under the leather of the collar about his neck. He presses at it and tugs it roughly as if trying to take it off. It starts to tighten, a light beneath it glowing red. Zuko may be able to smell hair burning, and then Gokudera let’s it go. It starts to loosen.]
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[Gokudera stops and turns to face Zuko, then reached up and slips his fingers under the leather of the collar about his neck. He presses at it and tugs it roughly as if trying to take it off. It starts to tighten, a light beneath it glowing red. Zuko may be able to smell hair burning, and then Gokudera let’s it go. It starts to loosen.]