“The wounded soldiers of the Knights of Ren — misguided as you believe them to be — deserve just as much aid as you do, Commander.”
“I disagree with every facet of that statement,” Poe said, sitting up.
“And you are alive to do so because of places like this,” Father Luke snapped, the first sign of temper Poe had seen from him. “This war has stolen a hundred thousand lives already, Poe — you would have me stand by and watch a hundred thousand more die of disease and infection, when I can prevent it?”
“Your family is the one causing this war,” Poe shot back, ignoring Jess pointedly clearing her throat. “You could have prevented the entire mess from starting.”