I kind of have the ghost?? of feelings?

Like.

Ugh, it's so hard to explain this shit.

You know that when you feel happy, you have these chemicals that go to your brain? Saying, oh, that was good, do that again?

I'm born dead. There's nothing to feel. Just like, images of those feelings. Copy-catting it from the whining newly deads.

[Sandy hisses when she makes eye contact with Martin, and goes to hide in the shadow of a knee]