"The last one? Oh! Yeah..." He scratches the back of his head in mild embarrassment. "It was Bach's Fugue number two... in C Minor. Bach is a well-known Earthling, German composer who lived for sixty-five years and died two hundred and... uh fifty years before my time? I left Earth around two thousand.... something..." Gokudera sighs, seeming troubled.

"I'm sorry. I've got to be honest. I was on Amoi from eight-thousand fifteen until July eight-thousand seventeen. I'd say Bach is still well-known, but I'm not even sure what year I'm in now." Gokudera doesn't even know how old he is. Clearly, he's not an adult, but he feels like that may just be his body. He'd gone through two years worth of his life on Earth in Namimori after he'd been picked up from living on the streets. No one would celebrate his birthday, and so he just kind of... assumed he was the same age as his friends. Then there's the two years he'd been on Amoi, and his birthday falls in the beginning of September. He could tie himself up in knot trying to sort everything out.

And then there's the whole brainwashing he's still trying to snap out of.