[Woody looks to Buzz, clearly discomfited by the question.

It is all of us. We're all alive, and we don't...fade.

Once we're alive, we're alive. Regardless of whether or not we're with our first owner.

[A pause.]

...Or any owner. A friend of ours was in storage for a while and it was -

[Words fail him for a moment.]

- it was a bad experiences for her.

[He doesn't feel right sharing any more. The extent of Jessie's trauma isn't a subject he wants to put into conversation with a stranger.]

And we can survive quite a bit. Things humans can't.

[He thinks of Sid's toys and shudders. There's fondness - they were so brave despite what they'd been through. But the ever present horror at what they were - at what any toy could be and still live - has never gone away.]

Not everything, but most things.