Poe listens to everything Andor has to say without comment. It's not ... really an unfamiliar story. Not every system has grown prosperous beneath the banner of the New Republic; Poe certainly isn't blind to that, particularly over the last several years as the senate has ground itself to a halt with infighting and politicking, rather than guiding their people.

He shivers. How many more are there, not yet discovered?

"From there, it all sounds so reasonable, doesn't it?" Poe glances over at Andor, breathes a slow sigh of disappointment. "We can bring you back what you thought you had. Just smile and close your eyes while we wipe out a star system or two, go back to crushing nonhumans beneath our heels. Seems like too many people who should know better have just ... forgotten."

Every argument comes back to that too-often hidden cost. Poe has seen just how seductive ignorance can be, but he doesn't understand how the tragedies of the Empire can be shrugged off, even as the groundwork for a repeat performance is laid bare. "And the people profiting off of it?" But Poe wonders if he doesn't already know. This world is likely already lost, as a new senate -- a vulnerable senate, with the fleet gone -- scrambles to fill the void. This ... probably wasn't about changing minds and restoring the Republic's authority, but rather sowing chaos and doubt among those who would take over.

No, Poe thinks. As usual, General Organa is right. These aren't the sorts of missions he was made for at all.