You weren’t going to die on someone else’s terms. Not by starvation, not by Jimmy. Neither was Anya.

With Daisuke dead, no one on the ship really wanted to go on a cryo-pod. Anya had no hope, you had none either, and Swansea only cared for Daisuke.

So, with the remaining painkillers, you made the best decision of your life.

Dying wasn’t that bad, really. Having Anya beside you to hold onto made the pain bearable.

“Oh.” A ghost spoke, now standing over her own body. She looks at yours, too, grimacing at the facial expression.