"But you can't, Poe. You can't make a bargain, you can't trade. You go out there and you- you die and we all die anyway. That's how it works. We're marked, but we don't have to sit and wait for them to kill us. We don't have to run towards them."

He was yelling. This wasn't a good thing to be yelling about, here, in a metal ship with vents and echos. But there was no way to make Poe see. There never had been. So all he was left with was trying to force it down into the other man's skull through volume alone.