Glad to hear that. Sort of. The last part. I hope you're right about the brother part.

[ Poe sighs quietly, feeling worn. ]

I've been fighting for a long time. Losing people for a long time. They've died on missions I've led. But I've never ordered people into death like that before, knowing the odds and not caring. I...

[ He doesn't know what happened to him. It seemed right in the moment, it seemed imperative. It might even have been a good decision on some level--what if the dreadnought had still been operable when they all dropped out of hyperspace? How long could the fleet have lasted?

But he couldn't have known that. In the moment, he wanted blood. ]

I don't know. That's where it started, everything here, remembering that, and I've just... [ He never pulled out of that tailspin. He thought he had. He hadn't. ]