“ you suppose right. me being in danger’s the only to keep this whole thing rolling. ” in the midst of the war, hurtling into danger is the only way he can think of that will help keep them afloat. or, at the very least, that’s where his contribution ends and the efforts of the others begin. he has faith in everyone’s endowment in terms of what they offer, sure. being a group that doesn’t hail with big numbers means he’s at least a bit familiar with most people who are stationed on the base, as opposed to those in other squadrons or groups that spend their time farther out in the galaxy. however, there’s a special quality to the relationship that he and kaydel have, which can’t be mimicked with just anyone. they don’t spend as much time as they could together, sure, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a certain gentleness in their interactions whenever they DO get the chance to chat. he trusts her, and he’s almost certain that that notion is felt similarly from her side. ” being away has also helped to sculpt many of his friendships. even after having only had a handful of conversation with someone, them going out on a mission that is likely to go haywire definitely means that there’s a sense of uneasiness that develops, meaning that once they do come back ( hopefully ) the relief is just as meaningful as it would be with years and years of friendships to weigh them down.
he looks at her in playful disbelief when she adds her comment on the ship he flies. “ oh, now i’m definitely making sure i don’t make it back.” she’s not completely off, to be fair; the models in use are utterly out of date, but it’s just another downside that comes with being part of a movement in which resources run thin. poe likes to think he can make any ship work for him, and a focus on the date of what he’s flying is only noticed when it dates back to the rebellion and doesn’t have a decent defense system. apart from that, he’s golden. quite frankly, there isn’t a whole lot that she can say that will genuinely bother him. anything to keep the conversation from taking a serious turn ( in which the chances of him actually returning after every departure are brought up ) is all he needs before he leaves. he rubs his arm, not even attempting to stop the light punches being thrown his way. he barely felt them, but he knows better than to tell her that. ( remember that the bruising should come AFTER a mission, and poe isn’t going to push his luck. )and, just to add to it, he sways slightly with each hit, dramatizing the impact for her entertainment. “ we should be sending you out there instead, huh ?? i bet you’d be a great fit. ” he looks down at her with a not-so-impressed look on his face, one eye slightly.
“someone has to do it.” if everyone was in the command room, they certainly wouldn’t get anywhere. not that that was a big comfort to her worried mind; it seemed like the two people she was closest with on the resistance base both had a need to put themselves right in the middle of action. kaydel supposed she’d definitely have too much free time if she wasn’t worrying about poe and jaina every time they hopped in their ships and went out on a mission. maybe even, it made her better at her job, as she was most attentive when something-or someone-was on the line. Not that that was a very good logic, but it wasn’t totally done on purpose either. “that’s what i get for being friends with pilots,” she huffed, a fraud and joking frustration on her face.
the lieutenant giggled, enjoying these moments of playfulness. it gave her a feeling of familial setting (one she lost with the death of her parents), on the base, when she was able to take a step back from the cause (just for a second, though, as she was just as dedicated to it as anyone else) and be able to be a goof. honestly, she believed that was part of the reason for why she didn’t break under pressure. those points in time gave her a moment to relax before diving back into stressful work, and she cherished them. and poe could definitely be just as goofy as she when he wanted to be. “and who made that decision, you or the plane??” she teased, still poking fun at the plane. “i think you’d upset a lot of people for not coming back. you know, because that x-wing would still be useful around here,” she barely got the statement out before laughing at her own jab, as if earlier in the same conversation she wasn’t stating just how much she’d be worried about him. and now she’s laughing at his dramatic acting, as if her soft punches were anything compared to what he’s been through since joining the resistance. “oh, yes. couldn’t you imagine that?? little ol’ me out there with a blaster rifle??” she has her own blaster pistol on her hip, not that it’s gotten much use since her training. there wasn’t much to shoot at when you didn’t leave the base.
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