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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut passed out early this evening. The masters are relentless in his martial training, never allowing him to decide all is 'good enough'. That, on top of taking on training the younger acolytes despite his protests leads to quite a lot of bruising and a worn-out Chirrut at the end of the day.

Most would say this is a good thing.

The midnight bells had just chimed when Chirrut sits bolt-upright in his bed, screaming loud enough to wake the dead.

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[iprotectyou]

Baze lowers his head, pressing his cheek into Chirrut's hand. "Yes. I know. If we leave, if we go to the Outer Rim territories, we might be safe," he says, his words halting and slow, as he chews over the problem. "But we'd be adrift. We'd have abandoned our posts. I don't know what to do."

[idontneedluck]

"I... I would stay." Chirrut admits, lowly. "I know the danger, and I would not risk you either. But this is our home, Baze. This is our home, and these are our people. I would not abandon them out of fear."

[iprotectyou]

"I won't leave you," Baze says fiercely, jerking his head up. His words are clipped and sharp, and drop one by one, like key pins in a lock. "They'll have to pry your hand out of my cold, dead fingers."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut shudders at the mental image that brings up, his grip suddenly like steel around Baze's hand.

"If it does come to that, we will have joined the Force together." He cannot imagine surviving without Baze at his side. It just seems... wrong, after all of these years. "I can't just let you go wandering off on your own."

[iprotectyou]

Baze clings to Chirrut's hand, grasping at the warm palm and cooler fingers. "Then I'll face this threat by your side. Whatever may come, we'll see to it together."