Poe tries to think of a time when what he does became less about fun. It's still an adrenaline rush, he still challenges himself with every flight. He's never felt conflicted or unjustified over the people he's killed. That part isn't fun by any means, but it doesn't make him love flying less.

He slings an arm around Jyn's shoulders, entirely prepared for her to throw him into the dirt. "We're doing that race."