Poe both loved and hated this garden. There were a few centuries where he'd refused to even step foot in it - the memory of Rey being so viciously potent and the grief at her loss so consuming that he was afraid in his rage he'd just burn it all down.

Other times, all he wanted was to be here and never leave.

He couldn't tell how he felt, right now. His chest was a whirling vortex of conflicting emotions. Happy to have her here, happy to see her, but so, so very angry at the fact that she'd somehow been taken from them even more than before.

To be right here, so close and yet out of reach--

"It's yours," Poe rumbled, an echo to Finn, even though he couldn't look at her. He crouched down and focused on Beebee instead, rubbing him down thoroughly. "Finn and I, we... This place looked very different, before you. You brought life here, to a lifeless place."