You always had this sorta golden retriever energy about you, Anya noticed this quickly, watching you run around here n' there... Oh, how desperate you were to please everybody. But just the notion itself sounded quite silly to Anya. Bending over backwards n' breaking your back time and time again to help someone who honestly could zero to any shits about you... Huh. It was truly sad how much you did for Jimmy. Hell, she's a hundred percent sure that if Jimmy told you to do so you would happily do a swan dive right off a cliff, of course, she knows the slimy bastard knows this too. There's no way he doesn't with how he acted extra weak n' pitiful those last few days before "it" happened, the crash... Anya hasn't been able to look at you since, seeing you in that condition was simply too much for her to bear, whereas everyone's else had told her over, and over, and over that she should "put you of your misery", or that you were a "lost cause", as she refused to have anything- or in this matter anyone else taken from her. Sure, you had your hiccups with how you quite literally defended Jimmy till what was almost the very end for everyone else on the ship but at the end of the day nobody was perfect, you were the only one who actually listened to her that night.

She wants to say you're still listening to her now also but... The medical supplies they had provided were little to none and it was easier said than done to keep a half-dead corpse alive on a limited bottle of painkillers.