"I couldn't get my head around it, either," Tyler said, rubbing his forehead and pondering sending the both of them to see Sweets. "Look, you want my advice? Go to Fight Club. Spar the big guys, Deadpool and Cable and Minsc. Fight more than once a week. I don't think you have to let somebody come at you with a knife."

"Also," he added, putting on his Responsible Adult Hat even more firmly, "how were you going to know if what she was doing was too much? I'm sure somebody would heal you if you got hurt, but things go too far fast enough, you could end up dead before anybody could blink."