"But Sarai," Baze says, grasping at straws, "we need your help."
Sarai glances from Baze's strained face to Chirrut's, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't. The Imperials are breathing down my neck as we speak, and I can't risk it. You have to leave."
Baze stares at her for a few moments. His eyes harden. "I see," he says, and turns his back on her without another word.
"I'm sorry, Baze," Sarai says to his back, as he carts Chirrut outside.
"Chirrut," Baze says, holding his friend close. "You'll be all right. Do you have any money? We can buy some bacta..."
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Date: 2017-04-11 08:40 am (UTC)Sarai glances from Baze's strained face to Chirrut's, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't. The Imperials are breathing down my neck as we speak, and I can't risk it. You have to leave."
Baze stares at her for a few moments. His eyes harden. "I see," he says, and turns his back on her without another word.
"I'm sorry, Baze," Sarai says to his back, as he carts Chirrut outside.
"Chirrut," Baze says, holding his friend close. "You'll be all right. Do you have any money? We can buy some bacta..."