I feel - removed. Not far. One step of metaphorical removal. A little - numb, off-kilter, but not bad.

[She frowns, lines of concentration between her eyebrows, pushing, analyzing.]

Not compelled. My thoughts are the same, compared to what I remember. I understand my reasons for deciding to do this, and my worries about the risks, and so far it seems to have gone well. I feel a little less - viscerally triumphant, than I would expect based on my living reactions to successful gambles.

[For something that relies on self-reporting subtle mental states, Anya is probably one of the best test subjects he could have hoped for.]