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Hey.
It was nice seeing you at the bar the other night.

Hey, buddy, yeah, it was really good to see you. Sorry if I acted weird - lost a bunch of my memories, only just starting to regain my bearings a bit better now. How you holding up?

No, you were fine. You looked rather happy.

Fine. Just got some memories that are difficult to process. It feels like I'm invading someone's privacy in the worst way possible.

Yeah. I think I was, to be honest. Kind of hard to reconcile in retrospect, though. And I know what you mean. If I can be of any help, though, let me know.

It is, I heard you are going to space soon, right? [...]
Must be nice heading back up there?

[Oh he noticed that, Eli, but he's not going to push it.]

Yeah, for the weird show they're doing, but orbit is orbit. If I didn't get off this rock soon I would probably go completely mad.

The bar will be quiet without you.
How did the rug work out?

Just turn on the television, and it'll be like I never left, except then you can have even more intimate knowledge of everything I do. I hope there aren't cameras in the toilets, but, if there are? I'm sorry in advance.

And yeah, perfect. I love it. the Orange stripe is - how to they put it here? - on point.

That can't be legal right? Some privacy should be allowed [...].

Yeah. I'm thinking of heading to the place KKJ you said? Buy some kitchen things.

Pretty sure we signed away all rights to our privacy when we signed up, haha. Oh yeah? Well I'm going up tomorrow, but if you need a lift, I can give you one?

Anything to get back to space, huh?

I'd like that. A lot.

[...] You know, this memory business was kriffed up.

Can't take a pilot from the sky without making him a little crazy. Letting everyone see my butt on television is worth it. I'll head on over, then! Gimme an hour.

[There's a pause before the next reply.]

Yeah. Yeah, it was. If you need someone to vent to, buddy, I'm happy to listen. Or read.

You truly are a pilot through and through.

Good, I'll get ready.

[...] I think I saw something of yours.

[His next reply is switched to voice because he's already flying, and so it sounds a bit windy but is a lot easier than texting.]

Yeah?

I uh - Hope it wasn't anything too bad. I've seen a few things.

[Eli's tone is evidently nervous. Something that was easier to hide behind texts.]

It was but. Just. Are you going to be okay? Were you okay after that?

I'm fine, Eli, don't worry, though you're going to have to be a little more specific about what 'that' is.

The galaxy kind of went to shit my last couple of months there.

Kylo Ren and you have a [...] history.

[There's a long pause where he doesn't say anything. The audio is still on - the sound of wind still rushing past the microphone - but Poe is silent. Finally, after a while.]

If you know his name that means you know who he is.

[His voice is soft, frightened — Ren had been nothing but kind to Eli, but the violence he was capable of was unforgettable.]

I've never seen anything like that before. Never seen anyone be [...].

[Eli doesn't need to say it. There is the sound of the street, Eli stepping outside his home.]

[Poe's voice is very tight when he speaks.]

Just try to forget it, Eli. [It comes out a little harsher than he meant, and the wind sound dies down a little. He must have stopped somewhere.]

He's evil. That's all you need to know. If you can get my memories out of your head, then do it. You don't need my nightmares.

I thought you should know that I [...] know.

[Eli feels guilty, he wants to make this better for Poe. Somehow.]

That's all. I won't say anything about them again. But you deserved to know. I'm so sorry.

It's fine. [It isn't, and it's obvious that it isn't, but Poe really can't keep talking or thinking about this. He knows he's going to be having nightmares tonight already.]

I appreciate it, but I'm fine, Eli. It's war. I knew what I signed up for. So don't worry about me.

[Eli is not going to push. He does understand and especially a memory like this, there is a certain responsibility in carrying it - Eli knows. He'll worry, passively and try to - he doesn't know what exactly. It'll come to him eventually.]

I'll give you a secret of mine in exchange. You didn't see my memories, right?

I don't think I have. But you don't - Eli you don't owe me anything for it. If anything, I owe you for putting that burden on you.

It was enough to live it. Putting my friends through it, too--

[It stumbles out, the secret only Thrawn knows.]

Back home, I work for the Chiss Ascendancy.

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