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“We aren’t our family.”
Rey glanced at her co-pilot. His cheeks were still pink from battle.
“No?” The word slipped out, cracked, from her parched throat. The first word she’d managed in hours.
“No.” Poe worried his lip. “We aren’t. Even if I wish I could be, I’m not mine. And you - you definitely aren’t yours.”
Hyperspace flowed around them. Rey turned from the starviewer to check on Rose, asleep behind them, and to watch Chewbacca and Finn rush around.
She offered Poe a soft smile. “He’s not my family. Not really.”
He offered her his hand; she took it.