( video - un: blacksquadron ) all the stars are laying at our feet

[xwings]

[ the video clicks on to a soft beep that ends in a worried trill, the sound mechanical and still managing to seem hushed. for a moment, the camera swings around, then it steadies, showing poe dameron in workout gear, hands and ankles taped, pummeling a punching bag. it's clear he knows what he's doing. it's equally clear that he's unhappy about something.

poe is clearly unaware of the video; this is bb-8's way of trying to get poe some company and comfort. there's a series of beeps that indicates as much, to anyone who understands binary.

eventually, poe stops, steadying the bag (and himself) and then glances at bb-8 -- and the comms device bb-8 is still pointing at him. poe runs a hand through his hair. ]

What're you doing that for, BB?

[ another series of noises from bb, i'm worried and maybe you shouldn't be alone right now. poe shakes his head, crossing the distance to bb-8 and holds out a hand. ] I'm all right, buddy. Give that here.

[ when bb-8 does, the video cuts off. ]

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[xwings]

[ ah. yeah, well --

poe sighs, shaking his head for a moment. he doesn't want to put this on anyone else, but at the same time, he knows bb-8's got the right idea: he needs to share this, let it out. ]

A friend of mine went back into stasis today.

[ a beat. ] I'll be fine. [ but right now, he isn't. right now, he's angry and he's sad -- at the loss of rey's presence, at the loss of his galaxy. ]

[learned_to_die]

[Ned nods empathetically. The corners of his lips tug downwards.] I've only just arrived myself, but I found out that four of my six children are in stasis, as is my wife. Two of them only just returned prior to my arrival.

[There's a certain sadness in his gaze.] They tell me that there is no safer place for them, but it is a dagger through the heart to be separated from them.