[ Poe is laughing wildly, delighted both by the speed and the fact that Finn is so delighted. They've had so much happen that's so serious, just racing down a hillside with nothing at stake but possibly wiping out via tree or hidden rock is like the sun after days of bad weather.
Giddy with celebration, it's easier to think about how much he wants to show Finn of the galaxy. Rey too. The Prisma Festival, the solar sailing races on Huron, the Five Sabers, so much of Hosnian Prime. That last thought passes so fleetingly, during a sharp turn and a slap of wind, that it doesn't occur to him to second-guess it. To even be sad. (The guilt of forgetting will come later.)
The bottom of the hill comes crashing up toward them, and then they're there, spinning to a halt, or more accurately spinning into a snowbank. Poe goes flying into the powder, still laughing. ]
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Giddy with celebration, it's easier to think about how much he wants to show Finn of the galaxy. Rey too. The Prisma Festival, the solar sailing races on Huron, the Five Sabers, so much of Hosnian Prime. That last thought passes so fleetingly, during a sharp turn and a slap of wind, that it doesn't occur to him to second-guess it. To even be sad. (The guilt of forgetting will come later.)
The bottom of the hill comes crashing up toward them, and then they're there, spinning to a halt, or more accurately spinning into a snowbank. Poe goes flying into the powder, still laughing. ]