Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

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At first, Finn doesn’t understand what the problem is.

The base on D’Qar moves to a different heartbeat than Starkiller: more chaotic than ordered, with an inconsistent stream of missions and refugees and impromptu meetings in the war room early enough for his eyes to still be tacky and blurred. He tries his best to slide into the place left behind by the countless bodies left in the wake of the Hosnian system, even though he swears the General will glance in his direction and just stare straight through him, as though witnessing a phantom.

Finn isn’t sure he wants to know what she’s actually seeing.

So he works, and he gives quiet advice, trying to keep his head down, cause yeah, he’d excelled at being a Stormtrooper, at tactics and standard recon and procedure, even though by the end of it Phasma’s vaguely proud turn had turned sour when he had refused to leave anyone behind. On some fundamental level, Finn knew the Resistance didn’t operate that way; General Organa’s quiet joy when her pilots returned as a whole, with no men lost. When they find a complete family adrift in the wreckage of the New Republic. When another soldier stumbles from the medbay with his head still attached to his body.

Finn likes to think that he’s helping. Poe says it often enough, but Poe also enjoys protein bars and standard maintenance, so Finn is starting to think that his advice is a little dubious.

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