[ As far as answers to the name question go, he guesses that's a fair one.
And Rey, he thinks, has a knack for seeing things for what they could be. That's a good thing. He's not sure what else there is to say about it, because he believes that. It's not bad to hope. It's not bad to choose it.
So he takes a long moment to think over what he wants to say. Looks at the floor so intently he might be trying to bore holes into it. ]
If you say he saved Poe's life, then he did. If you say he-- helped you somehow. Helps you. I don't get it, but I'll believe it. If you say you're sure he won't hurt anyone here, I'll trust that. Because I trust you.
[ Poe seemed pretty firm on believing in that much, too.
Finn looks back up. ]
All he gets from me is a temporary ceasefire, Rey. That's as far as I go.
[ He wouldn't go back and change how things have happened to him. He wouldn't. Meeting Rey and Poe and Rose, ending up where he's ended up, figuring out what he's figured out. He wouldn't trade out getting to be Finn. That's who he is. And he knows where he belongs.
But on some level, beyond the war, beyond the scar on his back, beyond everything Kylo Ren did on Starkiller, beyond the short-lived screams of the villagers on Jakku-- putting that all aside, part of Finn still can't help but bristle with personal resentment.
To know where your home was, to know your family, to know your own name. To have someone offer you a free ticket out, after everything. To get a chance handed to you, and a door to leave through, and somewhere to go, instead of stumbling through it terrified, banking on a desperate dreg of hope in the form of a stranger in a holding cell.
To have all that and to throw it away-- to reach out and kill it-- he can't imagine it. He can't make it make sense or find it in him to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who could.
Not today, anyway. Not this fresh off of things back home. ]
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And Rey, he thinks, has a knack for seeing things for what they could be. That's a good thing. He's not sure what else there is to say about it, because he believes that. It's not bad to hope. It's not bad to choose it.
So he takes a long moment to think over what he wants to say. Looks at the floor so intently he might be trying to bore holes into it. ]
If you say he saved Poe's life, then he did. If you say he-- helped you somehow. Helps you. I don't get it, but I'll believe it. If you say you're sure he won't hurt anyone here, I'll trust that. Because I trust you.
[ Poe seemed pretty firm on believing in that much, too.
Finn looks back up. ]
All he gets from me is a temporary ceasefire, Rey. That's as far as I go.
[ He wouldn't go back and change how things have happened to him. He wouldn't. Meeting Rey and Poe and Rose, ending up where he's ended up, figuring out what he's figured out. He wouldn't trade out getting to be Finn. That's who he is. And he knows where he belongs.
But on some level, beyond the war, beyond the scar on his back, beyond everything Kylo Ren did on Starkiller, beyond the short-lived screams of the villagers on Jakku-- putting that all aside, part of Finn still can't help but bristle with personal resentment.
To know where your home was, to know your family, to know your own name. To have someone offer you a free ticket out, after everything. To get a chance handed to you, and a door to leave through, and somewhere to go, instead of stumbling through it terrified, banking on a desperate dreg of hope in the form of a stranger in a holding cell.
To have all that and to throw it away-- to reach out and kill it-- he can't imagine it. He can't make it make sense or find it in him to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who could.
Not today, anyway. Not this fresh off of things back home. ]