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Chapter VI
In a beautiful world
It's annoying that this pains him, too.
Engine oil leaks over the asphalt (or maybe it's the boy's blood?).
The final grimace on the boy's face is grotesque and, even if it doesn't actually faze him, he thinks about Rey and feels a huge, emphatic heaviness all over again.
He kneels besides the boy. His eyes are still brown, but they lack the brightness he knows they possessed before.
He wants to get angry at him. It's an anger that burns, that scorches.
Even when Poe Dameron cannot hear him, he reprimands him:
"Why did you have to drive so damn fast?"
But he knows this is part of what Rey loves (loved? Does love stop for things like this?): the indomitable temper, that foolish belief in the immortality of youth.
He knows he's about to do something stupid, yet he's unable to stop himself as he presses a hand against Poe Dameron's dead chest.