“Just because you don’t talk about it, doesn’t mean the feeling isn’t there. My dying will is a part of me and whatever brings that out… I’ve never told anyone. But it’s there.” To Gokudera, it’s a different mindset, but all the same general tone. Like he’s dialing in what he wants. Adding Dreamotion just makes it crazy difficult and he still hasn’t figured out how to properly apply it.

Gokudera bites at his lip as he thinks it over. “My boss… he had to be shot with a special bullet originally to get his flames out. If he didn’t have a regret, he’d die. But now that my boss understands his own will, he doesn’t need to be shot with a magic bullet to channel it.” It’s not a full truth, but he’s not going to share too much.

“Really? In this place or your home world?” People back home don’t nearly react to dynamite the way Gen just had, but the people Gokudera hangs around are strange. His boss’s home tutor is a literal baby with a gun. So… what even is normal.

“I’ve never argued with cotton candy.” Implying he has argued with electricity.