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I actually think that Poe and Kes had a reasonably good relationship! Kes was a good dad. He just– life gets really hard, and Poe pulled away from him super hard.
Here’s a chunk from the prequel I’m not really writing so this isn’t really a spoiler or anything:
“Yeah,” Iolo said. He glanced sidelong at Kes. The light was outlining the edge of his cheekbone and the sweep of his eyelashes in a soft orange. “I actually didn’t know Poe was Iberican until we were on our way here. I mean. I didn’t know what that meant really? But I studied the language a little, I knew a little about it. And I had no idea. He used to help a bunch of us with our Iberican homework and I just assumed it was because he was ahead of us in class.”
“He’s ashamed of it,” Kes said, and his jaw was set. “He pretends he only knows the language from school on purpose.”
“They teased him a lot, his first year,” Iolo said. “It was before I was there, so I didn’t know. But he got made fun of for it pretty badly.”
Kes looked at Iolo then, and it was obvious that Poe had never told him. He opened his mouth, closed it, and looked down. “I never wanted him to go to that fucking Academy,” he said finally.
“No?” Iolo was surprised. “But you’re– I mean, you’re a hero of the Rebellion, right? It only makes sense, you’d want–”
“No,” Kes said. “I don’t want Poe to have to fight the same fucking war I did. I want my child not to fight in wars. I want him to live in peace somewhere. I never wanted him to go to that goddamn school and I didn’t want him to become a starfighter pilot and I don’t want him to be in the military. Not for the Republic, not for anybody.”
Iolo stared blankly. “Really,” he said.
“Really,” Kes said. “I was okay with him learning how to fly starfighters because there’s always need of pilots. And of course he admires his mother, he should admire his mother. But I never wanted this for him. I didn’t want the Navy, I didn’t want the military. I never wanted that.”
It was so profoundly opposite from Iolo’s expectation that he didn’t really know what to say. “He talks about how you used to get him new simulator chips all the time,” Iolo said, finally coming up with some scrap of substantiation for the impression he’d had.
“When his mother died he spent a lot of time in her old simulator unit,” Kes said. “It was a way to stay close to her, I think, because she’d taken him up in that A-Wing, and she’d worked in that simulator with him. And I thought, anything to help him feel like she’s still with him, I can’t deny him. But I bought him every module I could find, because I wanted him to learn things besides starfighters. That’s why he knows all the modules. He knows cargo ships, he knows yachts. I found him freighters and ships of the line. I found him racing vessels. Any chip that could go in that simulator, I got him. Because I didn’t want him flying A-Wings.”
“Oh,” Iolo said, because that made sense. But it also was absolutely not how Poe saw it. At all. “So– you wanted him to be a freighter pilot?”
“I just wanted him to be happy,” Kes said.
“You don’t think he’ll be happy in the Navy?” Iolo asked.
Kes regarded him for a long moment, inscrutable, the golden light spilling across his face and turning his irises amber. “I just don’t want him to have to fight,” he said finally.
I actually think that Poe and Kes had a reasonably good relationship! Kes was a good dad. He just– life gets really hard, and Poe pulled away from him super hard.
Here’s a chunk from the prequel I’m not really writing so this isn’t really a spoiler or anything:
“Yeah,” Iolo said. He glanced sidelong at Kes. The light was outlining the edge of his cheekbone and the sweep of his eyelashes in a soft orange. “I actually didn’t know Poe was Iberican until we were on our way here. I mean. I didn’t know what that meant really? But I studied the language a little, I knew a little about it. And I had no idea. He used to help a bunch of us with our Iberican homework and I just assumed it was because he was ahead of us in class.”
“He’s ashamed of it,” Kes said, and his jaw was set. “He pretends he only knows the language from school on purpose.”
“They teased him a lot, his first year,” Iolo said. “It was before I was there, so I didn’t know. But he got made fun of for it pretty badly.”
Kes looked at Iolo then, and it was obvious that Poe had never told him. He opened his mouth, closed it, and looked down. “I never wanted him to go to that fucking Academy,” he said finally.
“No?” Iolo was surprised. “But you’re– I mean, you’re a hero of the Rebellion, right? It only makes sense, you’d want–”
“No,” Kes said. “I don’t want Poe to have to fight the same fucking war I did. I want my child not to fight in wars. I want him to live in peace somewhere. I never wanted him to go to that goddamn school and I didn’t want him to become a starfighter pilot and I don’t want him to be in the military. Not for the Republic, not for anybody.”
Iolo stared blankly. “Really,” he said.
“Really,” Kes said. “I was okay with him learning how to fly starfighters because there’s always need of pilots. And of course he admires his mother, he should admire his mother. But I never wanted this for him. I didn’t want the Navy, I didn’t want the military. I never wanted that.”
It was so profoundly opposite from Iolo’s expectation that he didn’t really know what to say. “He talks about how you used to get him new simulator chips all the time,” Iolo said, finally coming up with some scrap of substantiation for the impression he’d had.
“When his mother died he spent a lot of time in her old simulator unit,” Kes said. “It was a way to stay close to her, I think, because she’d taken him up in that A-Wing, and she’d worked in that simulator with him. And I thought, anything to help him feel like she’s still with him, I can’t deny him. But I bought him every module I could find, because I wanted him to learn things besides starfighters. That’s why he knows all the modules. He knows cargo ships, he knows yachts. I found him freighters and ships of the line. I found him racing vessels. Any chip that could go in that simulator, I got him. Because I didn’t want him flying A-Wings.”
“Oh,” Iolo said, because that made sense. But it also was absolutely not how Poe saw it. At all. “So– you wanted him to be a freighter pilot?”
“I just wanted him to be happy,” Kes said.
“You don’t think he’ll be happy in the Navy?” Iolo asked.
Kes regarded him for a long moment, inscrutable, the golden light spilling across his face and turning his irises amber. “I just don’t want him to have to fight,” he said finally.
