[Whelk rolls his eyes, but at least he feels like he's not the only one.]

There's no peace.

[Dreary, even given the circumstances. He hears how miserable he sounds, how tired, always so tired, like he's just waiting to get back home and go to sleep.

[But he doesn't sleep. Peace. No...]

I look alive. You're right. But I don't do anything. Before I was here, it's not like I was anywhere else. I don't even think I'm a ghost...