Poe gave Finn a very hard look. The other man could say whatever he liked, but Poe knew how hard losing Rey again would hit him. Poe (or so he thought) could weather the rejection, but Finn would be miserable for the next thousand years. And Poe was not about to do that to him, promises of freedom or no.

This was where Rey belonged. Once she knew that, once she believed that, then they could all go back up topside and enjoy the world outside of Under. But until then, she wasn’t going anywhere.

He took another few steps down, having to tilt his chin up to see her, eyes narrowing.

“Jesus isn’t one of ours. And the Illuminati? Really?” He turned around, his dark mood deepening, glowering down into the darkness. “If you don’t start walking, I’m going to crumble the stairs beneath you,” he warned, and then he started to descend.

To Finn: “I’m calling the dog. She’s got to at least remember the dog.”