[ The adrenaline and anger hits Poe in a rush. His surroundings all but vanish into the memory. He's breathless with hope at the reaction of the stormtroopers, breathless in the rush of the fight, taken enough to grab Finn's arm to keep himself grounded.
In the wake of Finn's memory comes pride, and a fierce renewed hope that Poe didn't know he was missing. A feeling that's been largely eclipsed by sorrow at the loss of friends and comrades, burning through to the surface once again.
The stormtroopers listened. The stormtroopers listened. He looks into Finn's eyes, his own bright. ]
I know you don't like being called a hero, Finn, but you're more than just a soldier. You're going to be a leader. I know you are.
[ What does this have to do with broccoli? Fucking nothing at all, but Poe doesn't care right now. He couldn't be more proud. ]
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In the wake of Finn's memory comes pride, and a fierce renewed hope that Poe didn't know he was missing. A feeling that's been largely eclipsed by sorrow at the loss of friends and comrades, burning through to the surface once again.
The stormtroopers listened. The stormtroopers listened. He looks into Finn's eyes, his own bright. ]
I know you don't like being called a hero, Finn, but you're more than just a soldier. You're going to be a leader. I know you are.
[ What does this have to do with broccoli? Fucking nothing at all, but Poe doesn't care right now. He couldn't be more proud. ]