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Gunshots tear him from his mindless reading and the two guards who are always with him switch off the recorder and make sure his cuffs are in place. Poe doesn’t know what to think. No one has ever gone against them since the rebellion fell. So who was this?

"A few cycles, give or take." He replies, surprisingly honest. He imagines with the way Poe lies to him, he probably also lies to BB just as often. "Things are pretty bleak, BB. I don't think many of us have slept much."

"As much as I'd love to see the look on his face, I'll have to pass. That jerk usually figures out when he's in the doghouse with one of us and squares it up. It's almost more fun to watch him come up like an animal with its tail between its legs."

He’s sat with his back against the bark of the force tree and hoping maybe it’s energy will heal his own. Make him whole again when he feels like a shell. A dead man walking. “Thought my exit was pretty clear, Bethany.” He sighs.

        ❝ NO, YEAH, I UNDERSTAND THAT.  I’m just trying to figure out how exactly you stole a First Order transport. Not -- not that I’m not absolutely thrilled that you did, because I am, this is great, it’s just -- that seems really dangerous ‘cause theoretically it would have been carrying a load of First Order personnel, like -- like Stormtroopers and -- was it dangerous? It’s really cool if it was, but -- but Poe’s gonna kill me. ❞   BB accompanying Kadri on missions always comes with one set of very specific, very strict instructions, the gist of which are do not let any harm come to Poe Dameron’s copilot. While the princess approves of the ginger’s creative problem solving skills, she’s also desperately checking her over for signs of injury.

“Then why do I feel so alone? I don’t understand it. Everyone is saying they have my back—that we’re in this together but I can’t believe that and I don’t know W H Y.” He takes a shuddering breath. “Help me, BB.”

           ‘‘ MUST’VE BEEN A LOOOOONG DETOUR.’’

“Oi, don’t go listenin’ to ONLY what ‘Mis has to say. E’s got his eyes set on another beautiful lady of Paris. So e’s distracted.” Porthos loves his brother, truly. But he also knows nothing distracts Aramis better than a beautiful lady. “You just got to keep trying with ‘im. Before you know it ‘e’ll be knocking on your door wanting to see what your draperies look like.”