[ In many ways (in ways he doesn't realize), Poe thinks of his friend almost like an avatar of possibility. The good that can survive and then thrive in spite of darkness. Someone worth protecting with everything he's got.
And that description sounds familiar. ]
Pretty sure I've met her. Didn't give me her name, so I can't be one hundred percent on that, but pretty sure. [ The thought of her and Finn meeting is... at the very least it'll be interesting. At best, entertaining. ] We're off to a good start.
[ Poe's expression darkens by a fraction. One thing left, one thing he should have considered before this point. He doesn't think Cassian is the type, but you never know.
He hates how hard it is to know.] Quick question. What comes to mind when I say First Order?
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[ In many ways (in ways he doesn't realize), Poe thinks of his friend almost like an avatar of possibility. The good that can survive and then thrive in spite of darkness. Someone worth protecting with everything he's got.
And that description sounds familiar. ]
Pretty sure I've met her. Didn't give me her name, so I can't be one hundred percent on that, but pretty sure. [ The thought of her and Finn meeting is... at the very least it'll be interesting. At best, entertaining. ] We're off to a good start.
[ Poe's expression darkens by a fraction. One thing left, one thing he should have considered before this point. He doesn't think Cassian is the type, but you never know.
He hates how hard it is to know.] Quick question. What comes to mind when I say First Order?