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[flightforfreedom]

You've reached Poe Dameron. I'm off flying something or trying not to get killed, so go ahead and leave a message and I'll get back to you eventually.

 

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[reexamined]

Yes, that's it.

[Poe's basically hit the nail on the head. If the situation was dangerous, most likely he'd be there with Cassian, unless something else had come up. And even during times when he's told to stay with the ship, he tends to ignore those orders when he has a feeling Cassian is in trouble. Usually, he's right.

It feels bad to think about how he should have been there during the fight in the Falls. He opts, instead, for a subject change.]

It sounds difficult to be in charge of a flight squadron. You're directly responsible for the lives of at least five others, and at most, eleven.

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe gave a slow shrug, not because he disagreed, but because he deliberately tried not to think about it. He'd lost a bunch from his squadron just the day before he got ported here, let alone all the others he'd lost when Starkiller had destroyed the fleet. He hadn't dealt with it, and he wasn't about to. There was no point to grief, here - it would be too easy to lose himself in it, with little else to do.]

It's not easy. But it has to be done. And if I can make sure more come out alive than would have without me, I've done my job.