Cole's hands just shoot to his side as 9S offers him the joint. Nuh-uh, no way, he feels weird enough as is, he's not going to smoke it again. Did smoking always make things feel slow, make your heart pound and pulse and push? Why did people do this! This was horrible!

"Beating to break," he mutters under his breath. "Emotions, memories, humanity, scattered to the storm as they learn to adapt. I feel all."

The weed causes magical abilities to misfire in exciting ways. At least for Cole, this means his normal spirit empathy is just turned up to eleven. Add that in with his confusion at the weed's normal side effects and he is just not having a good time in the slightest.