Chirrut slumps in Baze's hold, his head hanging low. Between his terror over losing Baze, the disapproval of the elders, and the disquiet of the Force, he is an emotional wreak.

"They were coming for the kyber, and they killed..." He trails off, miserably, as he realizes he was so caught up with his own stress he hadn't stopped to see what would be done for their fallen brother.