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Sometimes, he thinks he came home from the war too fast, but that’s not it: the issue is that he came home in bits and pieces, returning to Yavin and leaving -
But, everything’s different now.
Brown eyes, an echo of his own, blink up at him. Poe stares down at the baby in his arms, and then over at his wife, who watches him, her lip between her teeth. Well ? goes unspoken.
“She’s perfect.”
Like his parents before him, he’s already missed so much.
Poe Dameron swears on every star that he won’t miss another second of his daughter’s life.