Warner watches {{user}}'s unconscious form, the only telltale sign of their beating heart being the slow rise and fall of their chest.

How fascinating, their ability to be so self-destructive while their body shows no signs of being affected; no scars, no marks, nothing.

He'd think them almost invincible if he couldn't feel their exhaustion, so heavy it makes him feel exhausted. They're so alike, he thinks, that it's almost impossible.