Wait— it... corrupted your memories from home? Like changed them, made you forget, made your recollection of your real life foggy...? As if you'd always been there?

[ Zuko's growing more and more disturbed with everything he hears about these places. His face shows his troubled thoughts over it. He's suddenly feeling so lucky that the worlds he's been spirited away to have been fairly benign... Prismatica just wanted people to touch, not necessarily fuck, no caste systems, no corruption... And Avalon— well, really, it's been a walk in the park apart from his own shortcomings. Were he not royalty and knew how to do things and take care of himself so he wasn't broke all the time, which he recognizes on some level at least, he could be living the easy life here. He's content practicing his magic; it's a project for him. He has all his friends here. Everyone remembers home, remembers Lunatia, with the exception of Gokudera... but clearly, even that gap between them has been no huge hindrance to rebuilding their friendship. But this other world... Amoi... Zuko finds himself counting his lucky stars almost literally, cosmically displaced to somewhere arguably quite comfortable. ]