I'm always coming up with plans. I was told in the beginning to pick a team that I could trust. Because plans can go array at any moment and you'll need people to help you out of them. You seem to be fighting bigger threats. I'm sure you did it for all the right reasons, even if you lost lots of people. [ He glances away looking down at the roof. The rain continued while he sat back and crossed his arms against his chest. ]

I've always ignored certain orders. I ignored one in order to take a dreadnought, a fleet killer. It may have been out of desperation knowing that it was us or the First Order. [ Poe glances over at Faith. ] Even though it went down, it took our entire bombing fleet. I won't forget the choice. War no matter where it starts there's always hard decisions to be made. I have no experience with it either. Not even with being a Commander.

[ Poe wasn't being a good leader. He wouldn't forget Leia's words to him when he tried to make an argument. A lot more happened after that too but he's going to leave that out for now. Poe wouldn't run away from his decisions either, even if it meant having to be grounded not fly for a while or court-martial, he would face the out come. ] How did this First Evil look?