Finn looked up at the tree line across the road, the closest he was going to get to rolling his eyes. "You refused to blame me. You wouldn't even hear of it. By that point, your X-Wing was destroyed, the fleet gone, and the General was in medical. Command wouldn't even listen to you, which is why we went rogue and you followed my plan from the inside. I couldn't even stop the battering ram cannon before-"

He stopped there and just pinched at the bridge of his nose, the image of Rose battered and bruised and calling him a dummy swimming to the forefront of his mind. This, whatever he was doing, wasn't helping.

"You can't go home when and how you want - even if you could, there's nothing you could do - but nearly everyone responsible is here. That's all this planet can give you."