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Rey's lightsaber streaks through the darkness. A flash of glow-blue within the immense, unchanging blackness.
The body of a First Order officer emerges into view, collapsing. Eyes shiny-empty.
Poe grabs onto his fallen blaster, ignoring his wounded side and feeling Finn's gentle hand examining him. "C'mere," Finn murmurs to Poe, and then a gasping, trembling Rey. Hot sweat drips down Rey's face. "It's alright now. We're okay."
"Rey, c'mere," Poe murmurs after Finn, wrapping his arms around his partners.
He shuts his eyes, kissing Rey's hairline and shushing her whimper. Finn leans into them, knocking his temple to Poe's cheek.
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