[ Poe forks one of the slices of bacon onto a waiting plate, not looking at Finn. ] Didn't plan it, Finn, I swear. I just saw him and--
[ Poe swallows. He hadn't been able to explain to John, not properly, but Finn knows everything. ] I panicked. Tried to shoot him, standing a foot away from me, emptied the gun at him with John right there.
[ It was anger, sure, it was white-hot rage, but it was both more and less than that, too. ] I panicked.
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No, it doesn't. I know it doesn't.
[ Poe forks one of the slices of bacon onto a waiting plate, not looking at Finn. ] Didn't plan it, Finn, I swear. I just saw him and--
[ Poe swallows. He hadn't been able to explain to John, not properly, but Finn knows everything. ] I panicked. Tried to shoot him, standing a foot away from me, emptied the gun at him with John right there.
[ It was anger, sure, it was white-hot rage, but it was both more and less than that, too. ] I panicked.