I enlisted with the New Republic as soon as I was old enough. My mother always said that it was her duty, that she couldn't just stand by and do nothing while people were hurting. I guess it stuck with me. I wanted to help however I could, too.

[it only at that moment occurs to poe that … if cassian is here and alive … he must not know why he's a hero. he doesn't know what happened on scarif.]

The plans made it to the Rebellion. The Empire fired at the base on Scarif and missed — probably on purpose, to give their own people time. But everyone else … [like you and all y'all's friends…] I'm sorry.

The planet killer, or, um, Death Star, was destroyed because of the weaknesses in the plans you all got to the Rebellion. That's why you're heroes. I hope you find comfort in knowing that.

[thinks about fuckin starkiller base … and decides not to tell him right now. sighs.]