He could drag Poe back out here every year or so, he was pretty sure. He'd never get the man out of a fighter cockpit, but he could maybe redirect it every now and again. But he wasn't sure even that was what Kes wanted to hear because he was so very far out of his depth now. Families. People you love but didn't agree with, ones that if you left didn't end in screams of traitor and attempted murder.

The tea was too hot, but Finn schooled his features as he took a sip anyway, trying to buy time. But even with his throat burning he was in over his head. Kes was right, he shouldn't have tried. Finn had known him for far less time and he knew that. Being a trader was nothing like having a cause, like putting life on the line for the sake of others.

At least he was aware enough not to reply with that.

"I'm don't know what to say."