"You still haven't figured it out yet, have you," Poe sneered, stepping into the light. He was wearing the jacket that he had been when Finn first met him, the cream shirt beneath it half torn open and stained with his own blood.

"This is me. You're the one who won't face reality." He stepped closer, taller than he was in real life, the shadows stretching behind him.

"This is why you want me. Because you don't deserve more than this."