[Gokudera accepts the ring back and reattaches it to his collar where it chimes pleasantly against metal. He knows what he's been through sounds awful, and what's worse is there is more and more horrible things he won't mention. It's not like bringing it up will change anything. This had just been an attempt to explain his reaction to the burning of herbs they did while he was trying to heal.]

Yes. But I didn't have anything to kill myself with. Even if I used dynamite, that likely would not destroy my brain. So... I realized my flames would destroy everything I was until there was nothing left. He took off my collar, I set myself on fire.

Apparently, there is something in that collar that drew me back? My owner was able to have it analyzed, and it carries a lot of memories. But when I came back to life, it was as if I had just re-loaded back in... like a video game character. My lungs still smoke from time to time. Not from this. [He nods his head towards his cigarette.] I'm not sure why.

[Gokudera is enjoying the peace of the gardens, and it allows him to talk without making him feel pressured.]

I know I was here, but I'm not sure at what time. It's sort of like... I gained memories I made here just as I was coming in. Like someone loaded another save file or something... Amoi was so strange, I wouldn't be surprised if I am just multiple versions of myself, and this current me you're talking to is an amalgamation of it all.

[It really freaks him out regularly to think about how he may not be real. To every person, he is a different version of himself. Does he even know who he truly is? What if he's just some clone or something? His stomach hurts with the effort to wrap his mind around it.]