[ For a little while Poe just leans against Finn, taking in the promise, being grateful to have someone solid when his whole existence feels in flux.

He wants to kill Kylo Ren. He wants to understand how that man could have been Ben Solo.

He wants to see the hospital for what it is, stop seeing through it like it's some kind of veneer for a First Order ship, some trick of the interrogators to get him to relax. (If that's what it is, if that's what they want, it isn't working.)

He wants to hide in the memories that Ren opened up. He wants to linger in each one of them, made so new and vivid by psychic interference. He wants to burn every single one of them out of his head just to free himself from Ren's presence there.

He doesn't know who he would be without those memories.

He wants to kill Kylo Ren. ]

I'm not going to ask you to be a murderer. [ He tightens his grin on Finn's arm. ] We're not the First Order. If we take him down, we take him down in a straight fight. We will.

[ Relax, Poe thinks. Relax. As long as Finn is here, as long as he can hold on to something in the present, he's okay. ]

Would you stay? Here, I mean. 'Til they let me out.