"..what about Poe?" Rey found herself asking in softer tones, afraid the dead would whisper such things back to the other half of Hades.

She shouldn't be asking such things. She should've said no. She shouldn't cause a rift between Finn and Poe--but they were one being? Possibly? It was hard to wrap her head around, and was it wrong that she wanted to kiss him? To feel his soft lips against her own and cast aside the notion of being an eternal maiden.

Better yet, why was she thinking about kissing Poe too? The idea that she could be with either--or both men should have forced her to pull back, but it hadn't. No, she was playing a very dangerous game here.