He doesn't need to breathe anymore. That's pretty cool. Blinking, breathing, sighing, speaking - those are all instincts that are kind of like holdovers from life, and there's no discomfort if he doesn't do them. There's no discomfort at all. There's no pain, no bone-deep ache from the killing cold of the desert, no deep-seated fatigue from days of nonstop running. As a trade-off, his whole body doesn't feel altogether there. Because it isn't. It's like a bit of a loose projection of his body or something, maybe the closest that he can conceptualize his own soul? Nothing he says or does feels as though it has any weight to it. He can see the world passing around him and it feels so starkly removed from him that he thinks he gets why, if someone were to be stranded in this state indefinitely, one might go insane.

i don’t know why but she just