"Sort of," Poe says. "I mean... I'm the guy my parents made me in to, you could say. My mom taught me to fly. My dad taught me... Everything else. It's all memories. Mostly really good memories. I can't carry around a lot of stuff. You know how that goes."

He grins, nudging Finn's foot with his. "Your jacket used to belong to my dad. He gave it to me the day I left home to join the New Republic Navy."