“I know, Da,” Poe says quietly. “I know you never wanted this for me.”
“I wanted the war to be over,” Kes Dameron says, arms tight around his son. “I wanted my son to live his life in peace.” He leans back, hands on Poe’s shoulders, and looks Poe up and down, from the military-issue boots to the tidy khaki uniform to Poe’s ever-messy hair. “But I guess that’s not going to happen, is it.”
“No,” Poe says sadly. “You know I have to go.”
“You’re very much your mother’s son,” Kes says quietly. “And I will remind you of a very important thing about your mother: she always came back from her crazy missions.” He sighs. “I think I always knew this was inevitable - you come by it naturally, at least. Go with my blessing, then. But I expect you to live up to your mother’s legacy - all of it. Including the bit where she kriffing well survived the war.”
“Yes, Da,” Poe says, smiling through his tears. “I’ll do my best.”
Kes smiles sadly. “‘Do, or do not,’” he quotes. “And you are Shara Bey’s son. There wasn’t anything out there that could stop her once she’d made a decision, and Force knows you’re the same. Come home to me, son. That’s an order.”
“Yes, sir!” Poe says, coming to attention, and then flings his arms around his father and hugs him tightly. “I will. I swear I will.”
Poe looks up at the masked monster looming over him and thinks, before the pain takes everything else away, I’m sorry, Da. I think that’s an order I’m going to have to disobey.
Who are you?” the minstrel asked.
“I am the Golux,” said the Golux, proudly, “the only Golux in the world, and not a mere Device.”
“You resemble one,” the minstrel said, “as Saralinda resembles the rose.”
“I resemble only half the things I say I don’t,” the Golux said, “the other half resemble me.
‘I make mistakes, but I am on the side of Good,’ the Golux said, 'by accident and happenchance. I had high hopes of being Evil when I was two, but in my youth I came upon a firefly burning in a spider’s web. I saved the victim’s life.’
'The firefly’s?’ said the minstrel.
'The spider’s. The blinking arsonist had set the web on fire.’
I can do a score of things that can’t be done,” the Golux said. “I can find a thing I cannot see and see a thing I cannot find. The first is time, the second is a spot before my eyes. I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart. What would you do without me? Say ‘nothing.’