"Best damned pilot in the galaxy," He spat, unable to completely control his tongue. It sounded more like a curse, the way he said it. Like bitter mockery of himself.

Best pilot in the galaxy and he couldn't even keep his fighter flying when Finn needed him to.

Couldn't fly well enough to keep the best thing he'd ever had in his life.

He didn't wait to hear a reply - didn't want to. He was too angry, which surprised him, and hurt, which didn't. So he just backed right up to the door that he had entered through, turned around, and left through it without another word.

Before he could burn more bridges just for the sake of it.