No thanks. I'm allergic to lightsabers. Why do you think I spend all my time in the air?

[Not true. He spent most of his time in the vacuum of space. Far, far away from the air, the way it would drag you down and weigh on your ship and leave you slow and dull and vulnerable.

But it's just a saying.

He jams the finger into his mouth for a second, needle halfway down the cut and pierced through still. Glances up from under his eyelashes at Finn, practically grey from exhaustion and whatever meds they were pumping him full of. But alive. There was always that.]

Have they tried to give you a rank yet?