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“No, I’m Kylo Ren, I don’t have allergies.” He said, mustering up all the disdain and condescension as he possibly could. This was getting increasingly annoying and pointless to him. “Yes, you can do your job, but I wish you would do it quicker.” 

Viera took a slow deep breath, trying her best to calm her ever quickening heartbeat. She didn’t need to let her anxiety get the best of her. “D-Do you have any oth-ther issues? S-Sleeplessness? D-Dep-pressive th-thoughts? H-Heart p-palpitations? I j-just want t-t-to make sure th-that y-you’re alright.” 

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“I’m n-not sh-sh-sure...” It was an unfamiliar planet to the nurse. But her worries did not lay with their surroundings. They were centered in on the wound on the man’s head. “Y-You’re b-b-bleeding.”

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Poe smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held baby Shara in his arms. She was getting bigger every day and had started to recognize him. He hoped she would remember him until this was all over, but his stomach turned with the knowledge it was unlikely. He sang softly to the babe and nothing else existed as his voice soothed her tears:

Remember me, though I have to say goodbye

Remember me, don’t let it make you cry

For even if I’m far away I hold you in my heart

I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Remember me, though i have to travel far

Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar

Know that I’m with you the only way that I can be

Until you’re in my arms again, remember me

His eyes widened with surprise at how responsively she relaxed in his arms, little fingers twitching as her eyes fluttered closed. He sniffled and wiped a tear from his eye as he held her close to him. “I hope she will,” he whispered nervously to his wife who sat nearby. “I wish I knew how long I’ll have to be gone.” It was too dangerous to restart the Resistance with his daughter in danger. This was for the best, just as it had been when his mother left on that final fatal mission.

Viera watched quietly as Poe sang to the baby. Shara loved that lullaby. It kept her calm. If only she knew what the words meant. If only she knew that her father was to leave. Maybe it wouldn’t soothe her nearly as much. Viera knew what each word meant. That this was a farewell until they, hopefully, would see each other again.

Moving herself closer, she put a hand gently on his arm, leaning against it. She was lucky. She’d have Shara to keep her company. She’d have this beautiful baby to remember him by. With her dark curls and big brown eyes, Viera always thought she looked more like her father, but Poe would swear by the resemblance between his two girls.

“Of c-c-course she w-will.” She reassured him. “I w-won’t ever l-l-let her f-f-forget.” She reassured him, trying her best to keep the tears at bay.

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By all accounts, not many would sincerely refer to her as weak. Timid and nervous, sure. But never weak. Weak would result in her bending over backward for the man before her to spare her life. To promise secrets she may not even have, given a promise of life. But she would keep any secrets until her last breath. She would always side with the Resistance. She would help whoever bled before her. She wasn’t weak. “Th-There’s only s-s-so much you c-can b-break.”

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Poe wanted something like what Viera had growing up in the future. He knew this much. Even if he wasn’t sure what the next battle would bring or who would make it out of this war alive, he knew where he would be once the dust settled. He’d be in a small house on a peaceful planet with a family he loved and could call his own. He saw in Viera a sliver of that hope and dream. 

The kiss took him by surprise. He had sensed she might have a crush on him but so did many members of the Resistance. He had assumed it went no farther but the kiss made him wonder. He returned the soft gesture with equal gentleness. He smiled as she pulled away, finally having to ask himself whether he felt the same way. A hand graced her cheek gently and it clicked in an instant. She was the future. “What was that for?” He asked as he measured whether his idea was based on some misreading of the situation. 

Maybe Viera would return to Naboo once the war was over. Maybe she’d meet a nice enough person who would be able to look past her stammer. Maybe she’d be able to have a child or two, teach them to do what was right in a time of crisis. Almost like how she was raised, but with a stronger moral compass than what her parents had raised her and her brothers on.

Viera shrugged gently at first, a smile etched onto her lips. She was more than content to feign uncertainty than to stammer out an answer that would only dig her deeper into a hole she’s already been digging for herself by spending so much personal time with him. But he deserved some sort of response. “Y-Y-You’re a b-better man th-than you th-think you are.” She spoke softly. “B-Beyond all you’ve d-d-done for the R-Resistance, y-y-you’re a g-g-good man with a g-g-good heart.”

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Poe had never seen a family so functional in his life. The mish-mash of soldiers with fractured histories, destroyed families, and disappointment he called a family never came together in a harmonious way. Sure, they depended on one another like a family might but they were just barely holding themselves together. He wanted to comfort her and apologize for the holes that the war had begun to tear in them–her brother, her departure. “Well, you’re great at your job so I can understand.” He also loved feeling useful when he flew through the galaxy. 

Poe felt a heat brush past his cheeks as pure and gentle as her smile. It was all the reward he needed for the trip he’d fought to earn for her. He dropped the formality of his role as a commander and shrugged. “Yeah, that’s true. I guess we got lucky, huh?” He ran a thumb across the soft skin on the back of her hand. “I know I’m better for knowing you.” His deep affection for her surpassed the camaraderie of his fellow soldiers or the fevered embraces of his lovers. Something as special as this trip now defined their bond and he would protect it with his life.

Viera understood that the rest of the galaxy didn’t have families with the same dynamic as hers. They were idealistic. Perfect. Two strong leaders raising four beautiful children with their own strengths. A legacy worth writing about. But Viera knew that wasn’t what she wanted to be remembered for. She didn’t want to be the youngest Azalee who stayed on Naboo and became a community leader like her parents had, and their parents before them. She wanted to do something an Azalee had never done before. She wanted to join the war and do what she could to help. And his validation was only confirmation that she was doing just that.

Viera felt her chest rise gently as he touched her hand, her smile warm and longing. Wordlessly, she nodded for a moment, eyes glued to his. She considered herself relatively close with the others in the Resistance. A good friend to everyone who came and sat in front of her. But there was something fundamentally different with Poe. Something deeper than a surface level friendship. The instinct in her gut was stronger than she expected, prompting her to take a firm step closer, raising herself on her tip-toes to press her lips firmly against his, lingering longer than a chaste kiss of platonic friendship.

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Poe felt a pang of sadness as their trip ended so quickly. He’d learned so much about Viera’s past in just that single sweet day. Seeing where she came from and how deeply connected she was to her family inspired him in the cause. However, it also left him wanting, an empty ache in his chest for the happy family he’d never had. Family dinners and children on the way he might never have made him smile sadly. How could she have left behind this peace? Poe’s eyes drank in Viera’s smile and his chest burned hot with satisfaction. She looked as though she belonged. He reached down to take her hand. “No. Thank you. And your family.” He squeezed her delicate hand. “You’ve reminded me what’s worth fighting for.”

On some level, Poe had been searching for a reason to fight when he brought her here. More directly, he wanted to thank her for the gentle care she’d shown him when he was in recovery as well as her service to the Resistance. “I do have to ask. Do you ever wish you’d stayed?”

Viera’s family had been established on nothing but peace. Even with three older brothers, Viera had nothing but fond memories. No teasing. No fighting. She was protected by her brothers and her parents. She was the only daughter after all. But with that peace and tranquility, Viera found herself wanting to know the ugly parts of life too. And as the war grew worse and worse, Viera knew what she was being called towards. She could bring the good to the bad. Heal what has been hurt. She supposed it’d be difficult to explain her thoughts to someone who has been apart of the war for so long, like Poe. But he at least appreciated everything she had done thus far.

Eyes remained locked on his, though words didn’t leave her lips. She was glad that her family, no matter how odd it was, reignited the spark. With some family members not supporting either side, and a brother who was revealed to be in the First Order now, she was lucky he didn’t grow angry and impatient. After a quiet moment of reflection, she shook her head. “N-No. I f-feel b-b-better d-doing my j-job in the R-Resistance.” She explained softly, a shrug rolling her shoulders. “Besides,” She offered a timid smile. “I w-wouldn’t h-have m-m-met you if I st-stayed.”

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