He raised a hand, not looking up at Finn, but indicating that he wasn't done - that Finn didn't need to say anything because he hadn't really gotten to his point yet. However that didn't mean he continued immediately. Just lowered his hand slowly back to the table, and let the silence hang there for a while.

"Shara was... the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on." He continued in a quiet voice. "And I would have done anything for her. I did. But it was different. We met in the middle of the war, we were already in the thick of it - we dreamed of retirement together, after the empire was defeated and the battle was done, and..." He trailed off, looking miserable. "... We worked for peace. I assumed that once we found it, Poe would be able to grow up in it."

He raised his eyes again, meeting Finn's.

"... I can't lose my son again, Finn. Promise me - promise me, that if something happens, you'll-- I don't care what it means, but promise me that you'll save him, if you can." He knew he was asking the impossible, and being incredibly unfair by doing so, but he couldn't help it. "Don't let him die alone, Finn. Please."