[ He gives it a couple of seconds, just in case Poe had more of a sentence in mind. Doesn't seem like it.

"And I thought that your mother was looking down on me, right then. In the middle of whatever she was doing, whatever fight she was fighting, it was like I could feel her eyes on me."

Sadness is woven into every fiber of this moment. Maybe peaceful in some ways, from some angles, but standing close enough to see it catch the light, there's not much room for mistaking. ]

It's yours.

[ "I could feel how much she loved me, and how much she loved you."

There's no one else in this memory. No mother, no strangers in the background, not even a droid. Now there's Finn, hearing every word.

He doesn't want to leave fingerprints on it. ]

And I could be wrong, but I don't think this is the part where you and your father talk about how you fabricated the Death Star schematics from a guess.

[ Families, he may not know so well. But he likes to think he can read a metaphorical room. He is confident, in fact, that they've walked into a whole new tier of life experiences. ]