Go ahead.

[ Poe has the muzzle of his blaster shoved up against Ren's stomach. His heart's still running a billion miles a parsec, but there's something in this particular moment that's a lot more like doing a barrel roll away from cannon fire than waiting to be broken. ] I'll live long enough to blast a hole through your intestines, and hey, even if I can't manage that, everyone watching us right now will know exactly what you are.