What is a life?

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The night is beautiful in the courtyard of the Temple of the Kyber. Summer on Jedha isn't exactly a tropical paradise, but the air is crisp instead of bone-chilling, which is an improvement. Braziers burn in the courtyard, the scent of burning herbs perfuming the air.

Chirrut Imwe sits meditating on one of the benches usually meant for temple visitors during daylight hours. It seemed much more pleasant to do so out here after his evening chores, than to stay inside where he'll be cooped all winter anyway.

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Baze takes Chirrut's hand, squeezing it. "Take mine," he says, closing his eyes. The bacta did good work on his lung; his breathing is hardly impaired at all. The wounds' aches pull on him, but not enough to prevent him from slipping away into darkness.

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Chirrut listens to Baze sleep, the sounds subtly different from the unconsciousness he has been listening to since the attack.

Finally he sighs, and shakes himself. If he doesn't move, he'll fall asleep sitting up, and he imagines Baze will have something to say about that. On cautious feet he crosses the room again, curling into the space in the blankets left by his larger friend. He should pray, he drowsily recognizes as the world closes in on him. Tomorrow. In the morning. Then, there is time enough to try and make amends to that wild and powerful guide.

With that thought swirling through his head, he drifts off towards dreams.