"And that's where the Rogue Squadron got its name," Poe says, taking Finn's hand in his. "From a cargo pilot who defected from the Empire, and a group of rebels who gave us the knowledge we needed to take down the Death Star. They gave us hope."

Poe's voice is awed, reverent, like he's sharing a sacred story he's heard a million times, and Finn gets it, the real core of it: how so many of the heroes of the rebellion are not politicians or princesses or great Jedi warriors, but ordinary people who made the decision to do the right thing.

He leans into Poe and looks up at the stars sparkling in the night sky. "They gave us hope, and we pass it on, yeah?"

Poe rests his head on Finn's and kisses his forehead. "Yeah, we do."