[ Poe studies the image all over again, the flat lines of the stranger's face. He memorizes the number. There's a weight on his heart that wasn't there before, when he thought about those faceless ranks. ]
Who is he?
[ Because he is someone. He was someone, judging by the way Finn is looking at the hologram, but Poe doesn't want to be the one to say it. It doesn't seem right, to consign a stranger to death. This loss isn't his. ]
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Who is he?
[ Because he is someone. He was someone, judging by the way Finn is looking at the hologram, but Poe doesn't want to be the one to say it. It doesn't seem right, to consign a stranger to death. This loss isn't his. ]