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Oct. 23rd, 2017 10:19 pmChirrut chose his greenhouse to wait for Baze, sitting in the sunshine pouring through the windows, a pot of tea and two cups standing by. Their room would have been secure, but he knows the flavor of that grief - Baze does not need any more reminders of what they've lost. Here where things are growing and glad is better, he thinks.
As good as it can be. It will have to be enough.
As good as it can be. It will have to be enough.