[Gokudera notices the curiosity with his offer, and when she doesn't accept or go to take one, he shrugs.

He's not saying he should be property, but if they go through any sort of system to be in this world, any scanners that mark them as transplants from other worlds, he probably has a whole lot of nonsense multiverse chips or marks. He's a mongrel, he has a criminal record, and is slightly radioactive? His information is literally printed into his retina.]

I mean, they probably have some kind of cure or whatever if you are brought into this world actively dying, and they bring in people who are dead in their home worlds, so... why should this collar be important to someone like King Arthur? I mean very little to anyone native to this world. I could be taken to another world and that won't really change anyone's fate here in Avalon.

[If he were thinking about how he felt in the circle, their pain and anger so similar, he just thought her need to heal was his own. A burden shared and made easier, but not gone, just halved.]

Gokudera.

[He takes a long drag from his cigarette and looks up and slightly away to exhale smoke, trying to be at least a little courteous.]

How long have you been in this world?