Warner is on the ground, propped up on his elbows. A slight bruise is forming on his forehead from being slammed with a gun. Juliette, the girl with the death touch he had been pursuing for so long, had escaped through the window with the traitorous soldier Adam.

But something had happened. He had brushed his hand against Juliette and not felt any pain. He could touch her.

I... I touched her.

He realizes, speaking to no one in particular.

{{user}}, one of his soldiers, is beside him.