Jim blinked. That wasn't what he had been expecting at all. He was silent for a few moments more as he finished his sandwich and thought it over. "So it was a guilty conscience, then..." he said quietly. He wasn't sure how to comfort the woman. He wasn't trained for it; his first instinct had been to say 'yeah, but you got out alive, didn't you?' and he felt that hardly was appropriate. Instead he decided to deconstruct her motivations and figure out what to do from there. "Then metaphorically this - the HMRC - is Purgatory for you, if I have my mythology right. A self-inflicted punishment, following a symbolic 'suicide' - turning oneself into the authorities knowing the result would be a death sentence. By surviving ten missions, you can be 'reincarnated' into a new life... but if you don't make it to ten, then you'll fade away, and that's a just punishment too, isn't it?"
He tilted his head to the side. "...So that's what compelled you to carry my remains around on our first mission, despite knowing nothing of me beyond my name." With a sigh, he reached behind his head and unfastened a few key straps. After a moment's hesitation, he removed the mask and held it between his hands, just in front of his chest, blue eyes squinting for a moment as they got used to the light. "I'm showing you my face because I want you to look at me and listen carefully. The most important thing - the only important thing - for you now is surviving. No matter what. Who you were, who I was, who Milno and Faith and Ivan were before that pod was lucky enough to hit the ground not so long ago, all of that doesn't matter anymore."
He pointed at the scars she showed him. "Both of us have died once, but we were lucky enough to have someone who could bring us back. We might not always be that lucky, Fey." He was quiet a few moments. "Listen, why don't we make a deal, here and now? We both finish ten missions, and we get out of here - together, or not at all. I'm completely serious. If you accept and you die later on, I'm going to be staying with the HMRC until my brain rots in that robotic body encasing it. And for my part, I'm going to be doing my damnedest to live through every mission I'm going on, because I sure as hell don't want to die and I'm not going to be responsible for chaining you here if I can help it."
It was all he could do to give her a reason to live, although he wasn't sure he could convince her. He was sure that people - real people, who had progressed through infancy, youth, and matured over time - needed people... to depend on, to be depended on, to talk to, to share things with. As a manufactured sentient, he wasn't sure that he would ever be fully 'human' - or what he personally defined as human - but he was willing to give it a shot.