"Not hurt yourself," Finn suggested, taking his hand to heal it. He knew that feeling pain could be satisfying, could help even, but he wasn't going to let Poe get started on this path so soon. Not with him there.

So he held his hand tight, the scuffs easing away. Finn hardly even felt the pain in his own hand. "You're supposed to live. You're supposed to be happy so you can honor your friend's memories while pissing off your enemies. It's not easy, but that's what we're here to do."

He knew it wasn't enough for Poe. Earth never really would be. There was a point where he just had to let Poe make his own choices, carry out his own mistakes in that need to do something. Didn't mean he was going to do it alone. But if they could avoid that-