the monk and assassin
chirrut imwe
He wanted to say, Baze! My eyes—I can’t see! but Baze Malbus had always needed comfort more than humor. “Chirrut,” Baze murmured. “Don’t go. Don’t go. I’m here…” He wondered for a moment how Baze had crossed the battlefield to reach him. But of course the Force had reunited them before the end. Baze’s callused fingers rubbed life into the back of Chirrut’s hand. “It’s okay,” Chirrut said. “It’s okay. Look for the Force and you will always find me.” He tried to smile, but he was no longer sure he could. The words of the chant echoed in Chirrut Îmwe’s heart once more before he died: I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.
–Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, novelization written by Alexander Freed
Baze squeezed his trigger, held it and let his generator scream and his weapon writhe and buck. He alternated swift bursts and raging, aimless streams with precision killings. He advanced on the men and women who had taken his past, his home, his friend, his hope, his faith; but he did not stray far from Chirrut.
He had nowhere to go. He would not leave Chirrut now.
