It wasn't the fact that Tony had gotten himself killed that was so hard to believe, it was that Anybodys' feelings about his best friend... former best friend's imminent death weren't entirely negative.
They felt completely negative, like they were tearing through him worse than that bullet of Chino's had torn through Tony's back, worse than Tony had torn across the basketball court to get to Maria like an idiot even though he had just loudly alerted the guy who wanted to kill him to his presence multiple times in spite of Anybodys' warnings.
But, just as Tony had clearly not been feeling kindly towards Anybodys in the moments that felt more like hours before that gunshot had reverberated across Manhattan and through him, mixing horrifically with his friend's final words to him, Anybodys wasn't feeling so kindly towards him now.
His girl Maria was holding him half off the ground now as he struggled to cling to life, which was ironic, because he wouldn't be dying now if he hadn't been stupid and decided to go after a romantic relationship and some la petite mort action in the first place... neither of those things were worth it; they always inevitably led to terrible outcomes for anyone even tangentially involved, like this one that was happening now.
More proximally, he wouldn't be dying now if he had listened to Anybodys when he had tried to get him to safety.
His relationship with Maria would have led to tragedy eventually anyway, but he would have lived to regret not following Anybodys' wise and extremely well founded advice to never enter a romantic relationship instead of bleeding out in a basketball court.
If Anybodys had known what his final words to him would be, though, he might not have tried to help him, when he had been shouting out for Chino, when he had gone into the heart of Shark territory to find him and get him out of there away from Chino and his gun, when he had gone into Shark territory before that to spy on them after Tony had put a target on his back by killing their leader and found out that they were planning on killing him in revenge, or when he had practically had to force him to leave the site of the rumble and Bernardo's body so he wouldn't get arrested by the coppers.
It would have been easier to just let him get himself arrested or killed by Chino, he reflected grimly, and way less dangerous.
He had been glad to do all that at the time even with his frustration towards Tony and lack of understanding of why he had wanted to get himself into this situation in the first place; he never backed down from a challenge, even if he way preferred the challenges that involved cool macho stuff like fighting to the ones Tony's seeming determination to put himself in danger over the past... wow it had only been a few hours, it felt more like years... had created for him.
Now, though, he felt angry, like he had been fooled into doing all that for someone who had apparently never really been his friend under false pretenses years in the making.
Tony had said he accepted him as a man when they had first met, he had introduced him to the other Jets as one, he didn't slip up with the way he referred to him that often, but apparently the foundation of their friendship had been just as unstable and full of false reassurances as the footing all of the Jets were on with the cards they had been dealt, the circumstances of their births.
Not that Anybodys was feeling very sympathetic towards them either right now, with what they had nearly done to Anita... that he should have stopped them from doing...
He wanted to get away from them even more now that he was actively thinking about that, not that he had managed to get it very far away from the forefront of his mind before that... the guys he had thought of as his brothers and still kind of did roughly forcing her to the ground, tearing at her clothes, lowering Baby John onto her to take what could never be given or taken back...
He wanted to move away from the other Jets, from the rancid stench of what they had done, and go over to Tony instead, both to reassure him as he passed on to... nothing, actually, Anybodys didn't believe in an afterlife... and to spit in his face or kick him in the groin or something.
Tony had been the one who had fought for him to be in the gang, back when he and Riff were its co-leaders; he had even said he would owe him a favor to get him in, even though basically all of the Jets besides Ice had been vocally opposed to the idea.
Riff had kicked Anybodys out after Tony had drifted apart from the Jets for reasons that Anybodys hadn't understood until now, but still.
Tony had offered him a place to stay when he hadn't had one, something that few of the Jets would have been able to do even if they wanted to because he and Ice were the only ones with jobs... and now he would have to find a new place, he realized.
He had made way more halfhearted passes at defending Anybodys from the others than Ice back when he had been in the gang, even though they had both claimed to support him and his place in it and Ice had let him back in after he had become its leader and Anybodys had proven himself for the millionth time by using his prowess at slipping in and out of the shadows to find out that Chino was out looking for Tony with a gun.
After Tony had been still for a couple of moments that felt like hours, the Jets and the Sharks started to slowly clear out of the basketball court the way they had come in in unison, and Anybodys went along with the former in spite of his disgust with them, wondering how Tony had done all that but had still apparently only been pretending to see him as a man and had been willing to throw that in his face to get him to stop trying to save him from himself.
It had worked, he had said basically the only combination of words that would have succeeded in getting Anybodys to leave him alone in these circumstances, and he had clearly known that with the way he had triumphantly hurled them at him like venom even through his grief and suicidal pain.
He hadn't been able to think clearly enough to realize that getting himself killed was a terrible idea even with Anybodys shouting that at him, but he had been able to craft the most gut wrenching, fist clenching insult for Anybodys specifically possible.
Maria had called for them to stay back or something, and the others had stopped, but Anybodys kept going, slipping into the shadows to get away from these people and the site of his former best friend turned betrayer's death.
He had known that his decision to trust most of the Jets was a terrible idea, more of a desperate reflex born of an innate need to have brothers around supporting him and to never back down from a challenge he had taken up ever than a decision, really, but it never would have occurred to him to think the same of Tony until moments before his completely stupid, completely preventable death.