Finn wasn't sure if it had ever happened to him before, but he also somehow knew what was going on. They had captured him. He'd almost allowed himself to be captured. (He hadn't. He'd fought tooth and nail, as hard as he could, but if he was here then it wasn't good enough.) They weren't bringing him to execution to make an example of. They were going to make a different example, a more political one, to show that no one leaves the First Order, that he was never really a person after all, that the Resistance had been fools to take him in.

He dug his heels in, pulled from them, screamed and struggled, and still they dragged him down the corridor for reconditioning. He was trying to hold on to himself as the doorway loomed closer, trying to remember who he was. They would make him destroy the Resistance, kill innocents, kill his friends- But he wasn't that. He had a name now, he was real, he-

What was his name?

Panicked, Finn jerked around in his sleep, his whines and whimpers turning into screams as he struggled with no one.