That’s what having no sensation is like: to be without a body, as if you’re ethereal, floating like a ghost. To not feel alive. "Seeing is believing” is doubly applicable to someone like her.

I cannot save any man, for I too am a man. But if that is what is fated,
then perhaps I may be admitted, at least, to record death, to craft a morbid
history of observance that suggests the cycle of souls. I would make a proof
of lives ended and suffered. And so my chronicle of death began.

[T]he astonishing purity of pain, how it will not be mixed with any other sensation.

Sometimes, pain is all that lets you know you're alive.

a sensation is always the same as a piece of news, and a piece of news never lives long.

There is no pain, just coldness which leads to a lack of sensation. It feels like I stuck my thumb in a freezer.