He stares at Finn for a moment, trying to make sense of that. No, he doesn't want to make sense of that. Then he tosses his reader down, gets up, and walks a lap around the galley space. That urge to punch something is back in force.

Yeah, well, what did he expect out of an organization that runs on torture? That's commanded by an evil murderer whose fingers he can still feel dragging through his brain? Stupid, Poe, really stupid.

And even more stupid, because him having a fit of temper isn't going to make Finn feel any better. He stops. He makes himself take a deep breath. And he says, trying to find his cheerier equilibrium again, "Yeah, well you're not there any more."