It felt strange, looking down on what was left from the fight. Poe hadn't thought to call out to the few Resistance fighters but they might not have listened to him if he had, thinking him mind controlled or something similar. Not that he could blame them; if the tables were turned he would think the same. It would be the easier explanation for the Resistance to face than to dare think Poe Dameron of all people had found a reason to side with the enemy.

Poe of course didn't see it that way. He was saving the Resistance by accepting Kylo's offer -- no matter the selfish motivations that were primarily his reason for accepting. They were no match for the First Order right now, this would give them a chance to... well, do whatever they decided was best to do. Poe supposed it wasn't really his concern anymore. (Not that not being there was going to stop him from wondering, at least not at first. Habits couldn't be changed that quickly.) Mostly he just hoped Leia would understand. She was too important to the Resistance, to everyone. She needed to be safe and he knew Kylo felt the same.

As they approached the Finalizer he absently bit the inside of his cheek, feeling a flicker of anxiety. His knee-jerk reaction as usual was to ignore it and push it down as best he could, but... "Uh, fair warning. It's going to be really... weird for me to be back on that ship. After last time." And it felt weird to simply acknowledge it, but he couldn't really run away from those feelings anymore, could he? Not when he was going to be face to face with them for the foreseeable future. "It might be a good idea for you to take my blaster. Just in case." Though he wasn't keen on the thought of being defenseless, he also didn't want to accidentally shoot someone because he was jumpy and set off a chain-reaction of trouble.