[ The system had been destroyed. He gathered that much from Hux's words. what he wasn't entirely sure of was just what that meant to Poe, how much had been lost. To his galaxy at large, and to Poe personally.
He takes in the small details, listens in absolute silence, makes note of everything. The system, the planets, it all becomes that much more tangible to him, an image he can practically conjure up and see in his mind's eye. The pleasure strip is not very much unlike San Francisco at night, lit up and alive, streets crowded with Academy cadets looking for some fun, a party, a place to be with friends.
His chest is already clenching tight even before Poe gets into the details. Of course he knows what happened next, and why. Doesn't take a genius to know what their purpose was. To a degree, they still succeeded. Even with the Resistance rising again, fighting again, they still took out a good chunk of their Republic. Like reaching inside and yanking out a vital organ, burning it to the ground. ]
I'm sorry. [ His voice is small and a little broken despite himself. He looks down. It's not even his world, or his fight, but he could still cry right now, just hearing all that. ] I'm so sorry, Poe. I didn't— didn't know.
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He takes in the small details, listens in absolute silence, makes note of everything. The system, the planets, it all becomes that much more tangible to him, an image he can practically conjure up and see in his mind's eye. The pleasure strip is not very much unlike San Francisco at night, lit up and alive, streets crowded with Academy cadets looking for some fun, a party, a place to be with friends.
His chest is already clenching tight even before Poe gets into the details. Of course he knows what happened next, and why. Doesn't take a genius to know what their purpose was. To a degree, they still succeeded. Even with the Resistance rising again, fighting again, they still took out a good chunk of their Republic. Like reaching inside and yanking out a vital organ, burning it to the ground. ]
I'm sorry. [ His voice is small and a little broken despite himself. He looks down. It's not even his world, or his fight, but he could still cry right now, just hearing all that. ] I'm so sorry, Poe. I didn't— didn't know.