"Today you were the only thing I was fighting for."
Two people. He only cared about two people in the entire galaxy. Rey was off finding the Jedi that had saved a galaxy, might save it again. She had a wookie and a famous droid with her. Finn couldn't help Rey. He accepted that fact.
Today, for the first time, he'd fully realized another truth: he couldn't help Poe, either. Not really. Poe lived and breathed the rebellion, and Finn loved him for it. The dedication, the disregard of his own life and safety for the cause. It was beautiful, a natural embodiment of the kind of glorious devotion the Order tried and failed to manufacture en masse. He was, as Finn had said since the very beginning, perfect.
Finn was the defective one. But he could at least see it, accept the truth Poe didn't want to.
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Two people. He only cared about two people in the entire galaxy. Rey was off finding the Jedi that had saved a galaxy, might save it again. She had a wookie and a famous droid with her. Finn couldn't help Rey. He accepted that fact.
Today, for the first time, he'd fully realized another truth: he couldn't help Poe, either. Not really. Poe lived and breathed the rebellion, and Finn loved him for it. The dedication, the disregard of his own life and safety for the cause. It was beautiful, a natural embodiment of the kind of glorious devotion the Order tried and failed to manufacture en masse. He was, as Finn had said since the very beginning, perfect.
Finn was the defective one. But he could at least see it, accept the truth Poe didn't want to.
"It's going to kill somebody. We have to."