[He's just lucky to have met people who have been through similar situations. Poison, especially. Sanity is not something you can talk into someone, and she didn't try. They spent time recognizing the pattern in the worlds they'd gone through and he has self-diagnosed PTSD, but... he's no doctor. Honestly, he just wants to get better. Recognizing that what he's gone through sucks isn't difficult. Anyone would agree he's been knocked world to world like a pinball, but he can't get better if he doesn't try to move past it.

And if he ever gets his powers back or decides to practice with his fire magic, he doesn't want to be afraid. Carrying around enough dynamite to level even the largest nearby building is enough to warrant him being cautious, but... he likes explosions. It's the feeling of being consumed by fire he's scared of. It feels reasonable to be afraid.

But he hates that.]

Shoto? I may have to reach out...

[He doesn't think he's heard that name before, is a bit nervous about calling the other out with questions about powers that he no longer has. Then... there's always Zuko, who he knows well... who would probably be more than willing to help. But he always seems to being going through so much because of his sister. The boy gives a discouraged sigh at the thought.]

I need to get over it. What kind of explosives expert would I be if I can't even make a spark without [He waves a hand in front of his chest, trying to indicate a rapid heartbeat.] Freaking out?