"It won't be just a few days!" Poe snapped back, furious, but not with Finn. He hated even being furious at Finn, but it couldn't be helped.

He balled his fists at his sides, as little wood chips began to shake and scatter at his feet.

"He revokes my license and I have to go through the whole process again! Even if he says I'm fit for it tomorrow, it'll be months before I have my full license again. Let alone flying. They're going to just keep me out of the fucking air because they didn't do their own fucking jobs and find me when they thought I was dead!"

Another wood chip flew out the other side, clattering into the woods. Then another. They were starting to hover around his ankles, now, but he was too upset to notice.

"They didn't even bother trying to find a piece of me to put in that god damned casket!"