From the perspective of a captain who did everything right the first time. Space is kinda fucked up.
Like imagine you do everything a good Captain should do. You are able to lead your people to a new and safe planet to colonize. You live out the rest of your days happy and in peace and die with those you love around you.
You wake up. Surrounded by blaring alarms and in a tight cramped space that your are ejected out of. It takes you a moment to realize where you are, back on that shitty spaceship from all those years ago.
You try so many times to stop the loop. Only to be told that you made all the wrong choices, that you are evil and you wanted everyone to die.
And even though you were right the first time. You are blamed for everything that went wrong.