More or less, yes. I made a ship my home and it was run literally into the ground. What do I have to show for it? [Deadpan, she holds up the scrap of the hull she scavenged after the crash.] Plus the more intangible memories of a place I will never see again.

[There's a clatter off screen as she sets the piece down.] And believe me, I've tried to believe that I was better off having met and cared about people I'll never see again, but frankly I'm most likely the only one who remembers I ever had something with these people and they're off living their lives. I'm the one suffering over something only I remember. What does that make me? Some grand guardian of some painful memories that will disappear when I'm gone.

...I'm fine. [Physically fine.]