It takes some time for Chirrut to calm. Almost in inverse, the temple seems to be ramping up for something - voices in the hall become louder, more forceful, and there's a sense of urgency entirely unheard of for this hour of the night.
No one comes to bother them - Sheotar has already spread the word that Chirrut was one of the effected, and Baze was at his side.
Minutes pass, and while Chirrut's grip doesn't loosen, the desperation in his frame weakens and fades.
"So many... Baze, so many, how?" The question is incoherent, but so is Chirrut's perception - he knows the Force is screaming, wounded, bleeding. There are gaps, bright stars gone throughout... everything, or so it seems. He has become used over the years to the low grinding rumble of the Force in wartime, but this...
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Date: 2017-04-09 07:45 am (UTC)No one comes to bother them - Sheotar has already spread the word that Chirrut was one of the effected, and Baze was at his side.
Minutes pass, and while Chirrut's grip doesn't loosen, the desperation in his frame weakens and fades.
"So many... Baze, so many, how?" The question is incoherent, but so is Chirrut's perception - he knows the Force is screaming, wounded, bleeding. There are gaps, bright stars gone throughout... everything, or so it seems. He has become used over the years to the low grinding rumble of the Force in wartime, but this...
This is so much worse.