"She's stripping the fertility from the land for every month you're gone," Poe said tightly, the rage brimming in his voice. His fist clenched around empty air when Finn's released it.

"I calculated it out. Six months is about the maximum that the humans can sustain themselves, without the plants growing. More than that, and the animals start dying off and there's nothing to eat. Trust me, I was - I very much wanted to spit in her face and say you were staying with us anyway, but I couldn't do it. I can talk big all I want about not giving into to that kind of manipulative bullshit, but with Zeus backing up her claim..." He trailed off.

"... Hera wouldn't plead for us. Of course she wouldn't. She's as happy to pretend we don't exist as the rest of them are."