He didn't answer to that. How could he? What would he say? It was hardly farfetched to hear that this was the better part of Poe's day, but to risk his life for it? Finn's heart ached.

So after a very long moment, he swallowed and tried to respond. "It's a war. Wars end. You're a good pilot. I've seen you on drills before. You're so good that... maybe you can survive? Until the end?" At this point, Finn's survival depended almost entirely on luck. Poe was different. Poe was in a position that he could still mostly rely on his skills. That wasn't something to take for granted.

"What you're talking about-... If they knew you even thought about it-... Even like this, it's dangerous." Even just a fantasy, he meant. Fantasies have a way of sinking in, building hope. The Order didn't like hope.

So much for pretending this was fake, though.