[ He wonders how it is that so many of the people he's met or heard about here are at war with something. It's not always the word they use for it, but the meaning comes through clearly regardless.

Awful lot of worlds where everyone has to be fighting something.

Remembering Lucretia's sketches of the lights in the sky during Hygge, Finn thinks it's a shame that she has one to get back to. Maybe in some ways it's technically better to be fighting, but he doesn't know anyone who'd complain if there suddenly wasn't anything to fight. If people could just find things they love and do them, and not live wondering if today is it. ]

I don't know. Maybe. A couple of days earlier, I would've jumped at the chance to come here. There are a lot of perks. [ At a certain point, he kind of just has to be upfront about that. He thought about it non-stop his first couple of days awake and alert in the city. No First Order, no war, no one necessarily knowing what he comes from. Safety, for the first time. The chance to make a life.

It was what he wanted. Maybe it still is. ]

But I get a little stubborn once something doesn't give me the option.