“That’s because you’re not part of his family,” Poe interjected, frowning. He didn’t understand the stakes - didn’t understand how one could possibly lose themselves to a bunch of voices in their head. But he didn’t want to sound stupid, so he didn’t ask.

“So what if you’re related. You never even knew him. Blood doesn’t dictate what we are. Our own pasts don’t dictate what we are—“ he thumbed between himself and Finn. “You didn’t have to tell me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you trust me enough to do it, but. He makes absolutely no difference to me at all.”

A pause.

“Other than that now I want to spit on his grave and show him how wrong he was.”