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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]

"Chirrut!" Baze says, falling out of bed in his haste to comfort his friend. The older Guardian scrambles to Chirrut's bedside, taking him into Baze's arms and holding on tight. "Chirrut, what's wrong? I'm here. You're safe. Everything will be okay."