"I've been carrying dynamite since I was eight." He answers. The world he comes from is very very strange. Most people act like his explosives are simple flashy fireworks. "And I carry, make, and maintain it out of habit and because it's something I've always done. Do I look like I've blown myself up?"

With him dressed in only his swim shorts, it appears what scars are on him are puncture wounds scattered about his collar bone, and a lot of cuts. What burns may be visible are only so under close inspection and hint at nothing serious. The damage he's caused himself in explosions has always been the force they've thrown him, but... broken bones have healed, and the only actual burn damage that could be considered harsh is on his left hand.

Gokudera folds his arms and taps his foot. He's not going to just... stop. He doesn't feel safe, no matter how much safer and less ridiculous Duplicity has treated him than his own world. Awful stuff has happened that he couldn't get out of using his explosives, sure, but he knows that it will come in handy. Has to at some point.