[It's a truth like the way a ship blows in space. You get a small hole and then everything comes bursting out, turns the metal and the plastic inside out, leaves a pilot in the vacuum if they'd survived the pressure and the flames. Then again, it wasn't a very small hole, and Finn was a surprisingly poor liar. He didn't want to be, is the thing. That's what he figures. He thinks he went too long lying to the Empire and now be wants to tell the truth.

A good man, like he said.

So maybe it's delicate, but Poe doesn't waste any time with his answer. Rushes in head first and trusts his instinct. That was what it was to be a pilot.]

Here's what I think. You may not have been trying to be a hero, but you went to save your friend, and that seems pretty heroic to me.

[He has, by this point, heard all the stories. Even the ones most people didn't. It was one of the few things his parents had to tell him, when he was very young, and the General was forthcoming, at times. He knew the tales about the friendship that saved the Republic. Even when it seemed like they were being foolish. And besides-

The smile fades, for a second, and he looks up again from his worm, eyebrows lifted. He was a picture of sincerity, but he was being sincere.]

It's probably not a coincidence that all your friends are good people. Heroes. If those are the people you're choosing to protect, you're probably on the right track. Birds of a feather, right?

[He can't resist the smile that settles in the corner of his mouth. It's close to playing himself up as a hero, but hell, he was the best damn pilot in the rebellion, and the only mission he'd failed turned out alright in the end. Barely haunted him at all.]