"Six months..." Gokudera repeats softly. He wonders how the other feels about that, if he's feeling any sort of way. There is expression on that cold-looking face, and Gokudera had befriended a cyborg in the last world he'd been in, who had all the warm features of a human and with no emotion whatsoever. "Ah... I feel as though I might have wanted to be here," he says, ruminant as his mind wanders. Gokudera has thought a great deal about how those around him arrived and left, and when and how he would leave the world he'd been on. Why did he always assume he'd go home?

"Right. I was on another world called Amoi. I was there for... a year and ten months? I feel like maybe more time has passed in how I got to be on Anchor." He figures either it was a leap through time and space, or maybe he'd just been some form of energy quickly transferred and it took so long for him to arrive on Anchor because... in a way his physical form would have had to catch up. He's been through a lot for a fourteen year-old who's body has been through two years on Earth and two years on Amoi. Time travel three times makes him feel tired. He'd only just arrived today.