[now come on thrawn, even with all these life lessons learned, you know that poe dameron is a simple boy and it's gonna be another four months before he figures that one out.
i'm kidding, i'm kidding. he gets it, on some level. or at least he thinks he does.
when leia had grounded him, after the death of l'ulo l'ampar. she said she saw something in him. admitted that she wouldn't be here forever. he thought she was priming him to be the next leader … and then the chain of command fell to holdo. his feelings about that aside (and also that wasn't her choice, now was it), what she was getting at then feels like the same thing thrawn is getting at now.
legacy. if she did die, the things she left behind still mattered. reached beyond her. if the resistance was wiped out, they'd still had victories. still helped people along the way. it wasn't all for nothing.]
Yeah. I've always believed — we're not just flesh and bone. We're more. We're luminous. The stuff is gone, but the people aren't. You still feel them. You carry it on.
[now that he's thought about what the words mean, he has to parse the intent behind them. (this is a whole process.)
if it's not about the empire, then ... what? he, deciding thrawn was Just Like Him, decided it was about a person. maybe thrawn had his own leia he was trying to save.
he was thinking of some other legacy. not about the empire, maybe he was using it as a means to an end, but ... something else. someone else.]
I don't — I'm not gonna tell you good luck with the Empire, don't take it that way. But I hope you get whatever you're looking for.
[There is a lengthier pause this time. Something that might even match the drawn-out breaths between Poe's own trains of thought— or eclipses them. It's difficult to say when so much of this conversation is like an exercise in splintered timelines and fractured expectations.
[ FUNNILY ENOUGH, it's at this moment in time that his brain is like "wow. maybe i should tell him i've actually been a captain all this time but was too ashamed of being demoted." he's not going to, but the thought crossed his mind because sometimes your brain tries to desperately escape feeling feelings. and he's not good at them. more of the type to shove jackets at people and run away.
it was weird, mapping the whole thing out mentally. using thrawn as a stand-in for guidance and approval, feeling betrayed when told that everything he'd been doing was part of some big manipulative game. and then ... maybe it was, but maybe it wasn't.
that was what he took away from all this. the lesson. there wasn't just black and white. not empire vs. rebellion, maybe not even resistance vs. first order. for fuck's sake, his boyfriend used to be a stormtrooper. he didn't have to trust him when finn broke him out and asked to help him escape, but he did. finn couldn't be some anomaly, could he? there had to be more. others.
maybe, instead of being driven by good or evil or ... whatever, everyone was driven by base needs. even imperial officers like thrawn.
his own base need was to do the right thing. not what was right because it was Good, but what was right to himself. and maybe sometimes those things didn't align, but that was okay. they didn't have to. he'd done the right thing here. even if it probably wouldn't matter ultimately, it mattered to him. ]
Goodbye, Grand Admiral. May the Force be with you.
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i'm kidding, i'm kidding. he gets it, on some level. or at least he thinks he does.
when leia had grounded him, after the death of l'ulo l'ampar. she said she saw something in him. admitted that she wouldn't be here forever. he thought she was priming him to be the next leader … and then the chain of command fell to holdo. his feelings about that aside (and also that wasn't her choice, now was it), what she was getting at then feels like the same thing thrawn is getting at now.
legacy. if she did die, the things she left behind still mattered. reached beyond her. if the resistance was wiped out, they'd still had victories. still helped people along the way. it wasn't all for nothing.]
Yeah. I've always believed — we're not just flesh and bone. We're more. We're luminous. The stuff is gone, but the people aren't. You still feel them. You carry it on.
[now that he's thought about what the words mean, he has to parse the intent behind them. (this is a whole process.)
if it's not about the empire, then ... what? he, deciding thrawn was Just Like Him, decided it was about a person. maybe thrawn had his own leia he was trying to save.
he was thinking of some other legacy. not about the empire, maybe he was using it as a means to an end, but ... something else. someone else.]
I don't — I'm not gonna tell you good luck with the Empire, don't take it that way. But I hope you get whatever you're looking for.
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In exceeded ones, as well.]
Goodbye, Commander Dameron.
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it was weird, mapping the whole thing out mentally. using thrawn as a stand-in for guidance and approval, feeling betrayed when told that everything he'd been doing was part of some big manipulative game. and then ... maybe it was, but maybe it wasn't.
that was what he took away from all this. the lesson. there wasn't just black and white. not empire vs. rebellion, maybe not even resistance vs. first order. for fuck's sake, his boyfriend used to be a stormtrooper. he didn't have to trust him when finn broke him out and asked to help him escape, but he did. finn couldn't be some anomaly, could he? there had to be more. others.
maybe, instead of being driven by good or evil or ... whatever, everyone was driven by base needs. even imperial officers like thrawn.
his own base need was to do the right thing. not what was right because it was Good, but what was right to himself. and maybe sometimes those things didn't align, but that was okay. they didn't have to. he'd done the right thing here. even if it probably wouldn't matter ultimately, it mattered to him. ]
Goodbye, Grand Admiral. May the Force be with you.