If human nature is static, universal, then ghostly nature is a contagion, a spreading crawling disease that works its way through the skin to the marrow and the brain, trapping fleeting warmth in green amber forever. Jazz knows full well it can be fought, that every living human in Amity Park fights with each breath drawn in ignorant defiance.
She had not.
If she could, she would have let herself break months ago, but her mind must stay intact if she ever wants to truly master the power she has won in trade for her soul, bit by bleeding bit.
Note: AR, somewhat dark.