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Poe knows his X-wing.
Black One is as much a part of his body as anything. He knows how fast he can go.
And now, it isn’t enough.
Finn is on that cruiser, and it’s falling.
He puts on an extra burst of speed. He isn’t going to make it and he knows, he knows, but he’ll never forgive himself if he just lets Finn die.
Poe never got to give him his mother’s ring.
(The thought is startling, because yes, he loves Finn. He knows. He knows it like he’s never known anything before and it scares him.)
The chain weighs down his neck with regrets and he wants to cry but he can’t because what if he makes it.
(He isn’t going to make it.
He isn’t enough.)
Then he’s pushed out of the way with an engine flash and Lando’s voice rings in his ears and the Falcon that beautiful wreck of a ship.
And there’s Finn’s voice over the comm and Poe thinks he’ll never get a breath of air as fulfilling as this one.
He mutters a curse and a prayer and a promise under his breath, and smiles.