He doesn't know where the information comes from. It's just suddenly there, along with the knowledge that he and his Navy buddies once spent their leave at a bike show, a move that lost one of them a girlfriend.
Poe swallows, feeling queasy. If BB-8 is to be believed--Poe has no doubts about the droid--and if his own, sparse memories count for anything, that knowledge is a lie. A lie so thoroughly believable that he can smell the grease from the show.
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He doesn't know where the information comes from. It's just suddenly there, along with the knowledge that he and his Navy buddies once spent their leave at a bike show, a move that lost one of them a girlfriend.
Poe swallows, feeling queasy. If BB-8 is to be believed--Poe has no doubts about the droid--and if his own, sparse memories count for anything, that knowledge is a lie. A lie so thoroughly believable that he can smell the grease from the show.
Poe swallows again, determined not to be sick.
Focus on something else.
"So you don't talk?"